I year and a half ago I wrote about Kasamatsu Shiro's print Summer Night. Here we meet again on the opposite side of the seasonal cycle.
Flutters, then stillness. A spattering of chirps, and then only the soft sound of the wind blowing through the pale and spindly trees. Branches reach across the scene like rushing waters. Some of the birds swim with the stream while others cling to twigs like buds waiting to bloom.
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