We have a gingko grove near where we live. It’s the most magical place – with uniquely shaped yellow leaves on the trees, and, at this time of year, a golden carpet spread over the ground.  

In fact, it is an entire sensory experience, including the odd fragrance of the tree fruit sometimes described as similar to rancid butter. Still, because you know it accompanies the wonder, the odor, too, is part of the encounter. And it does feel like an encounter – a meeting with old friends who come but once a year and stay only a limited time.

Then, there is the joy of people watching. In addition to all the photographers shooting up, down, and all around, there are owners with their dogs making Christmas card images. And, because the gingko tree is a cultural icon in Japan, lots of women wearing traditional garb cluster together to make wonderful photographic memories.  

Today, my favorite vignette was a mother with two young children, all cuddling on a blanket. Mom was reading a story to the toddlers. I offered to take pictures of them together. The little girl, in a pink dress and shoes, was delighted with the idea and showed me how she smiles for pictures. But her younger brother was less certain and threw his arms around Mom – not at all sure of this strange person. I’m so glad I could capture that moment for them. As I walked away, I heard the girl say, “wasn’t that so nice of that lady to take our picture?”  

That made my day – along with the rare beauty in this fairy-tale place.