The [w:Japanese Flowering Cherry] trees are peaking. My camera and I have yet to connect with their delicate beauty. It seems they are a favorite of poets, artists and Buddhists. I just read in Buddhadharma magazine Zen teacher [w:Jan Chozen Bays] invoking them in a discussion on death:
Cherry blossoms in Japan are appreciated for their transient quality. The poignancy of the briefness of their bloom and their falling is what is beautiful. The very fading of the beauty we want to hold on to is the beauty.
Maybe I'll let another year go by without photographing them. Why try to capture that which is impermanent? I suppose, though, that that is what we are always trying to do.