It’s that time of the year again in Japan. People go slightly crazy. Or not so slightly, depending on how you look at it. And this year, I have willingly joined them. Brandishing three different cameras (I drew the line at a tripod, though) the man and I took to the streets. We blended right in.
And then, in the evening we repeated the exercise by moonlight and carefully positioned flood lights.
Yes, it’s cherry blossom viewing season again. And I’m embarrassed to admit, I’ve done both the day AND night viewing this year.
What can I say? I was bored. The weather was nice. I found a Nikon D200 in the storage room of the house where we’re staying (that's NO joke - a real, but very dusty Nikon D200). And the best part? Admiring cherry blossoms is free. That’s a very important part, because we’re totally and utterly broke.
And at least cherry blossoms are pretty, as opposed to, let’s say, traffic accidents or drunken salarymen. But when the sakura season is over, who knows what I might begin to stare at. The possibilities are endless, this is after all, Japan.
And again at night:
All photos taken in Utsunomiya.