The stone-clad path was lit up with the pretty hues of pink and the pale. There were Cherry blossoms everywhere, as far as the eye could see. If one gazed up, one saw pretty blooms swaying gently with the breeze. Below, on the ground, there was a lush carpet of delicate pink and white petals strewn all across. Serene and ethereal. If you ever attempt to pick them up from the ground, they fall apart. So utterly fragile! The fact that these blossoms last merely a week was a constant reminder that no matter how much they proved to be an inspiration for beautiful verses for many a poet, these flowers were also a subtle reminder of the fickleness of life itself.
It felt as if I was in a dream. Well, I wasn’t, because I did capture these shots to carry my lovely memories back home to share with you all.
This was shot during a walk along the Philosopher’s Path in the beautiful city of Kyoto. The walk actually took us down some absolutely gorgeous alleys along a canal. To do justice to the place, I’d have to write a detailed post on it. So, expect one to follow soon.
Joining Parul today for #thursdaytreelove which is a photo feature on her blog that brings you beautiful trees from different places every second and fourth Thursday of the month.
If you would like to play along, post a picture of a tree on your blog and link it back to her post.