D.C.'s Cherry Blossoms Processing 100

D.C.'s Cherry Blossoms Processing 100: D.C. is a City composers. Especially during the annual National Cherry Blossom Festival, when the camera to the teeth with tourists and locals descend like locusts in the pool to bask in the DC Tidal unearthly beauty of these trees in bloom Japanese. 100 years ago Monday, 3.020 Cherry arrived in Washington as a gift from Japan, thanks largely to the efforts of the journalist and traveler named Eliza Ruhamah Scidmore, who was also the first woman member of the National Geographic Society.

In addition to the incidents in 1941, when four of the wood cut in retaliation for the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, was a love affair for over a century since. If you visit a tidal pool on a hot sunny day, as I did on Thursday, good luck trying to find a foothold, not to mention parking. Wherever you go, you shoot someone is infringing.

In accordance with the April 2012 edition of National Geographic, Americans 80 billion digital photography in 2011. By my own calculation, about $ 43 billion of which were adopted at the Cherry Blossom Festival. If you think the commuter trains in Mumbai, is well adapted to the rush hour, you have not tried to see the cherry on a sunny day.

Every year I promise that next year I'll go to the cherry blossoms on a rainy day in the middle of the night or, better yet, during a lightning storm to avoid the crowd, but somehow it never happens. Nevertheless, there is a magnetic attraction that keeps me coming back. When the trees are in bloom, you have to go look. It looks like a nudist beach - you know, that would just fat from Dusseldorf, but you should look at themselves.

The Japanese have a special bond for the trees, they are called sakura. Canadian writer Ferguson once hitchhiked along the entire length of the country from south to north, following the track of cherry blossoms, and her book, "Hokkaido Highway Blues," a hilarious account of his attempt to penetrate the country's soul.

For me, the highlight of the festival to watch how people represent their glamor shots of cherries. You see a woman trying to look seductive, stoic Asian men posing solemnly, as if they were booked in a state penitentiary, the guys in suits who keep their pills clumsily frame the picture, and I take about 300 pictures of my son without good reason. Imagine how much it will cost in 1912.