The Mysterious West--Wayyyy Out West
I don't know where you get the multicolored camelias. Those are camelias, right? I think they are. Mostly. They are very fine of course as is the view across the lake, and the vaguely alpine-looking greenery on the far side of the turquoise-colored water, which, unlike most lakes, is brighter than the sky. I mean, usually the water is darker. Oh, heck, as if you care. The whole thing seems to proceed on the assumption that 1) camelias are nice, and the more colors the merrier; 2) a lake is nice; 3) some trees are nice; 4) a view of a mountain is nice; 5) a blue sky is also nice; and 6) some scruffy and utterly disreputable-looking pigeons are nice. It all adds up to a very generous and diverse array of nice. Except for the pigeons. I do not understand the pigeons at all. They add something, but what? It is a mystery to me.
Which is pretty great as pigeons are usually rather short on mystery.