I captured light on film,
the minutes ticking
away, the photons sticking
together to tell my vision in images,
pictures that flirt
with the rest of the world
but that started out
as love letters
Another snippet from a poem I wrote years ago, one that relied on spring's (particularly the cherry trees') inspiration (which is better understood if you read the full poem). I thought of the poem today, while looking at this image, because the places these blossom petals end up always amazes me. I woke up the other morning and walked into my living room to find the hardwood floor scattered with soft pink petals, and remembered that the previous night I had been visiting the Sakura trees and had forgotten to take my boots off right away, after coming home. And on the way to work, I noticed that my windshield wipers weren't doing a great job... because they had those pink petals trapped under them, as the car had been parked beneath a blooming plum tree overnight.
These little things make me smile—the remnants that will persist beyond the blooming of the trees. Too soon, however, all of them will have been swept away by wind and water and time, and I'll be waiting another year for the trees to burst into color again.
But for now, they're still blooming, and this afternoon I will go in search of them again, camera cradled in my hands.
Image created with a Hasselblad 500 C/M. And, I might add, my new (for me) 50mm Hasselblad lens.