Sakae Tamura (nature Photographer) - Books

Books

  • Tōdai no hanashi (灯台の話し). Tokyo: Tōa Shorin, 1943. A book for children.
  • (Japanese) Konchū no seitai: Raika shashinshū (昆虫の生態:ライカ写眞集) / Closeups on Insects. Tokyo: Seibundo-Shinkosha, 1951. Most of the text in Japanese only, but with terse captions in English as well.
  • (Japanese) Konchū (昆虫, Insects). Iwanami Shashin Bunko. Tokyo: Iwanami, 1953. A joint work.
  • Tamagawa no tori (多摩川の鳥) / Birds of River Tama. Tokyo: Seibundo-Shinkosha, 1961. With captions and some text in English as well as Japanese.
  • (Japanese) Tamura Sakae shashinshū: Shizen no katasumi de (田村栄写真集:自然の片隅で, Sakae Tamura photograph collection: In the nooks of nature). Tokyo: Seibundo-Shinkosha, 1965. Photographs of plants, insects, reptiles and birds, as noticed often hidden away. Mostly black and white, some color.
  • (Japanese) Kamakura kaidō (鎌倉街道, The Kamakura road). Tokyo: Seibundo-Shinkosha, 1990. ISBN 4-416-89000-1. Color and black and white photographs of sights of nature along the Kamakura Kaidō, an ancient road.

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