I am a cherry blossom addict. Starting in early March, I begin walking the Tidal Basin paths where Japanese cherry trees are planted in Washington DC. Early in the month, the buds are clenched tight. They don’t want to brave the harsh winter winds that blow across the water. I snuggle deeper into my ski jacket and walk blissfully alone at 6 am.
But in just three short weeks, spring announces its arrival in Washington DC. The National Cherry Blossom Festival announces its schedule of events. Residents and tourists begin arriving at dawn, anxious to witness this Miracle on the Tidal Basin. I lose my solitary walks at dawn, while photographers clog the sidewalks. But everyone will go home after the season ends.
During my walks, I love to ponder the haiku poems about Japan’s “Sakura Season.” Through their elegant verse, these ancient poets paint a picture of how the cherry blossoms transform the world . . . momentarily.
Drinking up the clouds / it spews out cherry blossomsYosa Buson
Between March 27 and April 2, I photographed these scenes from our 2021 Cherry Blossom season. I also videotaped a short walk on March 27 and a 5-minute walk on March 31. Come join me virtually through my photos and videos.
All images are photographed by Terri Markle