This week of spring and sakura in Kyoto, especialy Kiyamachi between Shijo and Gojo, is so ridiculously beautiful that I want to photograph all of it, but I know it wouldn't translate.
Right now Kyoto makes the most anorexic girl's piddling knees plump and comforting. The swarm of bugs pestering your eyes and mouth are just the foreground; loveliness is thick. The breaks on old ladies bicycles sound like Van Morrison laying it down. It is a well staged opera.