It was all too brief. They were late to arrive, then came in with a rush, delighted us for just a few days, and now they are leaving. For those of us who want to photograph them, it seems harder each year as more and more people descend upon this little landscape of pink trees framed by blue water and skies with constantly changing hues.
I guess it started on March 29th when the first hints appeared. An early morning fog blanketed the scene with an air of mystery, the almost invisible shade of pink suggestive of what might be in store. The nearly deserted sidewalks suggested that only a privileged few knew of this place. For more than a week, the tease continued. But by the morning of April 8th, the buds were beginning to open. From a distance, the trees glowed with that distinctive pink…
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