Thin clouds filtered the sunset over a canal in Kyoto, Japan. Water gurgled under the foot bridge. The cool air drifted across the water and carried the fragrance of cherry blossoms.
My mother always told me I looked at the world through rose-colored lenses. I purchased a pair of rose colored sunglasses and used them for this photo so she could see the world as I did.
A stroll along the Walk of the Philosophers, in April, blooms with inspiration.
And the Japanese equivalent to the Miracle on 34th Street . . .an empty train car in the late afternoon. A miracle indeed.