Spring is springing as I write this, and my neighbourhood is garlanded with pink cherry blossoms. Are they sacred? Divine? That's up to you. But they do give a lift to the soul, and, if you let them, take you out of yourself.
Most of these photos were taken by my girlfriend Lindsay Robertson (I took a few). They were all taken in Vancouver's West End.
A friend of mine told me that the average amount of time people look at a painting in a gallery is eight seconds. Got it. Got it. Got it. Next. But a different kind of relationship with an image develops if you give it more time. Explore the details. Sit with it. What does it tell you? What does it bring up? How many details do you notice if you look at it for say, nine seconds? Or perhaps even nine and a half?
Here's a Tom Waits song about Spring to listen to as you scroll. It's less than three minutes long.
