Friends and I decided to make our way to Washington D.C. this weekend to behold what is peak season of the District’s famed cherry blossoms. About a million other people had the same idea.
Battling crowds, long walks, and beautiful weather, we made our way about the National Mall. Craning our necks toward monuments from afar, and making a late afternoon pit stop at the National Cherry Blossom Festival. One chicken on a stick and some cosplay people watching later and we were making our way back toward the Tidal Basin for the would-be glory of golden hour.
Fighting throngs of revelers making the most of the wondrous spring weather, it became readily apparent that making any kind of sweeping landscape shot was not going to happen. There was simply too many people armed with camera phones to set up shop. My friends and I resorted to bumping our way through the crowds firing off occasional shots whenever we had a moment to breathe and extend our elbows.
All complaints aside, it was a good time had by all.