Spring is one of my favorite times of year, especially in Portland. After all of the rain and gray, it’s nice to see how Portland stays so green and beautiful when the flowers start blooming and the sun starts showing its face again. It also means that cherry blossoms are blooming. Everyone comes out of their caves, and Portland becomes the beautiful backdrop that it always is – I even caught a couple shooting wedding photos among the spring blooms.
As tacky as it sounds, cherry blossoms have some real personal meaning for me. I spent some time growing up in Japan, which was full of cherry blossoms. It is one of my favorite memories. When we were young’ns, my dad videotaped my sister and I during a Japanese spring. We collected as many fallen cherry blossoms off the ground as we could, and threw them at the videocamera shouting, “Surprise!” We couldn’t get enough. I will have to dig up that video and post it sometime. It’s a classic.