Which part of the body are we? Which part of this landscape do I dissolve into? Which part of you is interwoven with the roots of others? Which part of him never tasted the bare-skinned horizon? Which part of the land sleeps with my family side by side?
Now the petals are already in sewers like the food you ate last week. Color is an impression of an object observed from afar when the motion itself blurs into a changing surface. But the events within color are more exiting.
Hanami -trip to Mii-dera in Otsu, Shiga: