For about two weeks every Spring, I drive by a beautiful row of cherry blossoms on my way home. Every day I look at them and think, I should really come by tomorrow and take some photos. Then tomorrow comes and I say the same thing. Two weeks later, we have a hot spell or a hard rain, and they're gone for another 11 months until I can run through the same routine all over again. I've missed photographing these beautiful flowers for the past four years because of this silliness. Today, I broke the routine and pulled over. It may not be Spring yet, but it boy does it look like it.
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