last sunday was supposed to be thunderstorms and crappy weather. in a sneak attack, the sun came out and the cherry blossoms did that magical thing they do each year. it’s hard to describe what it’s like to walk ‘neath an ethereal ceiling of pink-tinged white blooms – and when the the wind starts wisping the blooms through the air – it’s just beautiful. as i was working on some of these images, the soundtrack for lost in translation came on and it really fit that delicate yet powerful and other-worldly quality i was trying to represent. hope you like.