Ah, that wonderful time of year when the leaves are filled with flowers and the streets are lined with slack jawed gawkers. I drove through downtown yesterday by accident and decided that maybe I should head back over on foot today with my camera. I like to think that walking with purpose separates me from the rabble pouring out of tour buses. '
No, I'm not here to see the monuments, and wander aimlessly. I have a goal and limited light, move.' But you can't wait for the endless line of visitors to clear from that perfect shot, so they usually just end up part of it. And I guess that's fine. Part of the spectacle of the cherry blossoms is the human contingent out to see it, right?
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