A month ago in Gosho. First shots of the cherry blossoms this year. Also magnolia was opening. Taking part in this every spring photo ritual, I try to forget all ideas, associations and aesthetics connected to flowers and just see them as the nameless microcosms they are. But the sweetness and colors are overwhelming. Walking around with a silly smile on my face, I examine the forms of vegetation, from the mass of dead camellias to the color saturation of their pollen.