By Yoshikazu Nishioka
When you go up to the top of the mossy stone-steps, you see the brilliant, solemn scenery. There were golden leaves covering the steps all the way to the temple. There is a Haiku poem that says, when the wind blows the golden leaves you can hear the Buddhist priest chanting prayers from the temple. I sketched imagining that each leaf came from the Buddhist ritual of scattering flowers.
