Initially posted during pandemic.
High Park and humans in lockdown. But Nature is untouched by the pandemic and flourish into beauty, every Spring, year after year. Humans can only watch and hope for better times.
Welcome to High Park, Toronto! Second year of pandemic. A big chunk of the park is surrounded by metal fences to avoid people crowding to watch the cherry blossoms. But there are a few lonely cherry trees that escaped the “lockdown”. And getting closer with a camera, can bring out the beauty and delicacy of the fragile cherry blossom flowers.
“Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe, come touch the fire of instantaneous blue, come before its petals are consumed.” – Pablo Neruda
“What a strange thing!, to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.” – Issa
“Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.” – Ikkyū
“Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.” – Matsuo Bashō
“I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.” – Ruth Ozeki
“Due to their short bloom time, Sakura blossoms are a metaphor for life itself: beautiful yet fleeting. You’ll realize when you’re as old as me to hang on to the good times because they won’t last forever.” – Shannon M Mullen