Ever since I moved to Vancouver the katsura tree (Cercidiphyllum japonicum) has captured my imagination. Somehow when the leaves turn colour and fall they smell almost overwhelmingly sweet, like burnt sugar (as though there was a giant crème brûlée in the lane — a scaled-up version of the one my father makes with his butane kitchen torch). This animation represents the haptic and olfactory experience of walking under one of these trees in autumn, during which all other sensory inputs dissolve away.
