Sunday Cherry Blossoms: One Week Later

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I spy some color at the end of the tunnel.

 

Sunday mornings are made for worship of all kinds: god, nature, solitude, self…and I might add, the type of coffee that is too damn good to bring into the office.

For me, this morning offered up the usual: I went out on a longish sunrise run that I won’t talk too much about here. Suffice to say that it infused me with a Sunday morning clarity that we all are so keen to recapture whenever the weekend rolls around. These activities comprise my church, and the coffee comes before and after the exercise.

IMG_7838It was a good run even before I went back back over the 14th Street Bridge. I know it seems nuts, but I wanted to brave the early bird crowds and get one last look at Cherry Blossom-o-Rama 2015 before the petals lost their battle with the April winds and finally let go into the tidal basin. They’ve had a good run this year.

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So without much more commentary, here’s a bunch of shots that I took with my iPhone this morning. I haven’t doctored them up- and I also tried my best to include as many people as I could in these pics. Please look closely to see if you can spot your silhouette and/or tripod:

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I only  lingered for about 15 minutes, and by 6:50 the light was starting to get uninteresting. This also meant that the volume of the visiting population would soon be rising as well. Best to apply that partygoer dictum that says to leave 15 minutes before you are actually ready to go. Leave on a high note. Leave while the images are still pure and at their best.

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Back to the Virginia side, all the time with Monty Python’s “Run Away!” soundtrack playing in my head.

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But one more stop before I cross. I’m still a terrible rubber necker when it comes to navigating these bridges. So much to see when there is so little out there.

I still had a good four miles to complete before I decided that I was happy with my run. This time I opted to head south a bit and ultimately finish by rolling through the soullessness that is Crystal City. It’s not my favorite place, and it certainly doesn’t have the same aesthetic appeal that you’ve seen above.

The upside, however, is that by running south I get to watch the airplanes land and take off as I trek by.

Don't kill me, but this might be my favorite shot.  Gravelly Point never gets old.

Don’t kill me, but this might be my favorite shot. Gravelly Point never gets old.

All hail, Sunday.