Sour Cherries

This past week the masses descended upon High Park for the annual Cherry Blossoms. Like so many traditions something has got lost in translation. No longer an immersion into the magnificence of nature but an event to be captured.

     Anticipating the high from Instagram, the throngs, excitable with their phones and selfie-sticks, swarmed the trees, dangled from the trees and struck unnatural poses with the trees. Propelled by the insatiable need for cyber belonging, multitudes of photos were taken, filtered, seemingly perfected and furiously posted with thumbs on crack.
     What I didn’t see was anyone actually looking at the trees.

Inspired by A Brief Survey. Photo by Wendy Whelan.