This week in smartphone photography: it's neither winter, nor spring. Even the clouds don't have enough energy (or, worse yet, self-respect) to swallow the mountains whole, only covering them with embarrassing white patches here and there (kind of like an absent-minded man who forgot to wash all that shaving cream off his face). Both Nature and concrete—one of the few markers of civilization—largely remain mute. The only noticeable colors are last year's fiber-rich grass and trains—endless trains carrying products from China.