An afternoon at New York Botanical Garden

When you are freelance, like I have been for the last 11 years,
the concept of sneaking away from your job on a day off will
lose its meaning. But every once in awhile the feeling comes
back. For some reason going to a garden during the week
gives me the sense that I shouldn't be there enjoying myself
quite so much (which of course makes me enjoy my time there
so much more). I think it has to do with who else is there at
that time. Lots of school kid groups. Lots of gardeners working.
The occasional Buddhist monk, retirees enjoying the garden
and each other.

Yesterday I zipped up (literally in a Zipcar) to the
New York Botanical Garden. Earlier this week I was out in
New Jersey visiting my mother and it seemed every other
tree was exploding with blossoms. I did not have
my camera with me. When I got back to the city I became
almost desperate wanting to get out and shoot flowering trees.
Things, blossom-wise, can change so quickly this time of year.
Just one strong thunderstorm and VOILA, no blossoms.

Anyway, here are some pics from my garden time
yesterday in D'Bronx.

ps. Do you think the woman in the next to last
shot KNEW she was going to sit under pink
cherry blossoms when she chose her cherry-blossom
pink shirt that morning?