WHITE AND BLUE:

 

Cherry Blossom polka-dots blacktop on genteel leafy city streets, 

perhaps unnoticed by the cat-walking eyes concealed behind this 

season’s shades. Cherry blossom childhood memories of 

Worcestershire’s fields, nature’s thrill, waiting at the bus stop 

with Mom in the sun. Brutal bus stop architecture, new generation 

of manhole covers and mysterious electricity boxes sprout as the 

future encroached upon our 1960’s town. The wonders of the deep 

south cavort on the far side of the TV bubble. London and it’s 

fabulous courtesans taunt, “you will never come here!” 

Cherry Blossom polka-dots blacktop on genteel leafy streets, 

Spring rolling north to the Arctic Circle, leaves us blinking 

in the road before the juggernaut of Summer. I photograph the 

blossom, the white against blue, preserve a memory on file that 

this year once had a gentler side. 

 

(K)