Today and tomorrow were supposed to be my days to photograph the cherry blossoms before the thunderous hordes of tourons (tourist + moron) descent upon the Tidal Basin.
Today and tomorrow are a wet, rainy mess.
If I want good photographs without having to elbow someone’s grandmother in the face, I’m gonna have to drive into DC on Thursday. Or Friday. I’m gonna be down there on Saturday, anyway. My parents wanna be part of the tourons and I’m slated to photograph the International Pillow Fight on the Mall at 2.
I hate it when nature doesnt play nice.
Like this past year’s fall colors. The main peak day in October was cold and foggy. And when I say foggy I dont mean, “Oo, all the street lamps are fuzzy!” I mean, “Holy shit! Was that a deer? Holy crap! That’s the edge!!! Omg, we’re gonna die. Please dont kill us!!!” The park ranger was even questioning our sanity with her, “Uhh… yeah. Visibility is really low. Like, really low. Have fun?”
This year my October exploits are gonna be… uh, interesting, with a newborn in the backseat. If the weather cooperates.
Anywho. This whole post is really just me preening before throwing up a picture from last year’s cherry blossoms. Pretend its from this year.