arelativenewcomer:Bamboo-grass leaves flowing in the windSwinging by the edge of the eavesStars ar
arelativenewcomer: Bamboo-grass leaves flowing in the windSwinging by the edge of the eavesStars are shiningLike fine gold and silver sand.(traditional Tanabata [Star Festival] song) The pale, comforting light of the stars bursts out from some fiery hell light years away. Distance and laws of physics do a good job concealing the true nature of what we see as a handful of jewels scattered on dark velvet. No distance, however, is great enough to suppress the sentiment of affinity with the stars; after all, we are related. We are all dead stars, looking back up at the sky. Why is it so? See [here]. Gazing at the stars with: Hajime Namiki, Night of Stars and Comets, 2005 [source]; Kawase Hasui, Kozu, Osaka, 1924 [source]; Kawase Hasui, Kiyomizu Temple, Kyoto, 1933 [source]; Hajime Namiki, Tree Scene 126, 2007 [source]; Takahashi Hiroaki, Temple in the Night—Tokumochi, 1936 or earlier [source]; Kawase Hasui, Starlit Night—Miyajima Shrine, 1928 [source]; Hajime Namiki, Tree Season 114, 2003 [source]. -- source link