The drama of cherry blossoms
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Sometimes I feel that what I’m witnessing first and foremost are moments in time rather than bodies in space (human or otherwise). A moment after I made this image, the clouds shifted and the composition was gone. Like all performances, I had to bow to its ephemeral nature. What questions do you have for this springtime theatre? Send them in to dearmercury@substack.com and tune in at the end of the week for answers.