I know we can’t be pleased. When it’s spring, we dream of summer and now that it’s sweltering hot, we dream of spring. Dreaming won’t change a thing; it is what it is.
I missed the peach blossoms along the tidal basin earlier this year, but I think I still was able to capture a few great shots.
With each petal falling along the way, I knew it was the end of this magical time.
And again, while I didn’t get to see DC in all its glory this year, I know just how glorious it was. Until next year…