When I heard what cherry blossoms symbolize for the Japanese — the fleeting beauty of life itself — I understood. Cherry blossoms are painfully beautiful, and go so quickly from bud to blossom to petals on the ground. It feels a bit like watching Adela grow up. She’s only two, but whoa-my-gawd, I want to stop time.
Bluebonnets in Texas, jacarandas in Mexico, cherry blossoms in New York. Spring is amazing, but can’t it last longer?
Photos taken on 21st Avenue in Astoria, Queens, near the park.