I sing in a choir at a lovely little church which in the springtime becomes blanketed in sweet-smelling pink trees. The choir director has been watching each day as the trees budded and came to full flower. In the morning, when the sun is just right, he says the choir room is absoultely aglow in pink.
I took this series of photos over the last couple days as the flowers are seemingly hitting their peak and you never can tell when a storm will blow through and demolish them. Reminds me a bit of the cherry trees in Washington D.C. just about this time of year.
