These things are pretty, but awfully white. To spice up my second image I called in my lighting man, Mr. Sun. The tiniest movement of the camera, or bending of the branch in the breeze, could let in too much sun or block it out, so it was a delicate balance and I shot a good number of frames. This will probably be my last cherry blossom picture as the petals have begun to fall. This was taken beside Cherry Street, which at one time must have been known for even more of these trees.