February in Tokyo is like February most places on the north side of the globe; nature is resting, slowly preparing for the miracle that is spring.
But there are always a few who dare to rebel against conformity. I was in the cold, gray Tokyo harbor. Turning a corner I ran into this majestic plum tree, called Hakubai. The myriad of small white blossoms made the tree appear as if it was covered in a delicate floral frost.
Some people just can’t wait for spring to arrive. Some trees can’t either.