I patiently wait for spring to come, as Hemingway once said; “Part of you dies each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”

True enough, spring promises so  many wonderful things to a photographer’s delight. On top of my list would be the cherry blossoms/sakura. This is my bit of Japan in Vienna.


(Cherry blossoms and bokeh are both my addictions!)