In spring, it is the dawn. The sky at the edge of the mountains
slowly starts to brighten with the approach of day...
In summer, it is the night. Delightful when
the moon is out, but no less so on dark nights when countless
fireflies can be seen mingling in flight...
In autumn, it is the evening. As the setting sun draws closer
to the mountains, the crows hastily fly back to their nests in
threes and fours and twos...
In winter, it is the early morning. Delightful
when snow is falling, but even frost or freezing cold-- the
way fire and coal is stirred...
These opening lines of The Pillow Book by 10th c. court aristocrat Sei Shonagon operate seasonal categories, attaching seasons to poetic essences. From ancient times, the aesthetic operated an imagistic lyricism, musical rhythm, & scroll format, inviting comparison with the dominant aesthetic of our own life world; ie the principles of cinema.
I love the watermelon color of quince blossoms.
"Snowball," as they are called in the NW. This climate, similar to the Tacoma area, has similar plant varieties, with an explosion of flowering trees.
Lilacs
Wisteria or Fuji
The fountains are officially turned on, again - tasty, drinkable water.
Found an interesting view of the boys' Ecole Montriond on a shortcut path.
Meanwhile in the city - creation was blooming elsewhere - a cigar rolling demo; sampling Cubans on the Rue de Bourg! Costco, take note.
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