All of the cherry trees are beginning to blossom. That means spring. And that means a veritable treasure chest of flowers, bugs, birds, sunrise/sets, and a big bright moon.
For photographers in DC, this is like the Olympics for lugers or gymnasts. A few people might tune in to watch you during the other three years of the cycle, but basically nobody cares. When the Olympics come, everybody... even the most crusty of old geezers... turn their heads towards you and their eyes tear up with pride as you show off your ultra-specialized skill.
Enter the macro photographer. His skill is speciallized, he is accustomed to focuing on things that are only 1mm deep, and making them turn out beautiful on the emulsion. During winter, a life-size shot of a watch or some silverware that he took while he was holed up in the house hiding from the friggin blizzard outside might catch someone's fancy, but most people just walk on by. But spring arrives in DC, and it is his time to shine.
I hope to put up a few of my "Olympic Moments" from this spring sometime soon. As soon as I can get out there an ka-click ka-click a bit, I will.
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