Yesterday, Nate and I took the boys to the Cherry Blossom festival in DC; the day when March decided to hold up to its promise of going out like a lamb. Finding a safe place to shoot was a little difficult. But, somewhere between traffic and waters, we found a spot of grass. When a breeze came by, tiny white blossoms filled the air and swirled around us. It was gorgeous. Anh Dao is the Vietnamese word for cherry blossom, The Vietnamese language is interesting. My--means beautiful. "The beautiful country" is what they call America. I felt as though they surely have it right yesterday in the nations capital. Yea--my knees are grass stained... but aren't all good photographers'?