The afternoon turned quiet and Zen. The first frame is the big hall, all dark timber and grey tile, the pines in front pruned into the shapes that take a lifetime to hold. After the vermilion of the morning shrines this was the other register Kyoto keeps: restraint, weight, not much colour.
The garden behind it had the colour. A thatched teahouse sits back from the path, an old tree leaning right across its roof and a mossy boulder set in front, the maples just turning. That became the cover. The third frame is a bronze pilgrim, hat and staff and beads, standing beside the bell in the first warm light of the dropping sun.
All on the 55, base ISO where I could hold it. This is Kennin-ji, Kyoto's oldest Zen temple, a few minutes' walk from Gion, the Marishiten banner pointing to its Zenkyo-an sub-temple.