This is why it’s helpful to know a photographer. I try to get to Brooklyn’s Botanic Garden each spring for some photos; in the past I’ve tried to visit during the Sakura Festival as well, for the prime peoplewatching. But in recent years I’ve just found myself annoyed by the size of the crowds, and was debating skipping it this year.
But my friend Colin, who lives even closer than I do, tipped me off to their much earlier weekday opening hours; it’s actually open at 8 in the morning Mondays through Fridays, much earlier than the 10 am start on the weekends. “And you have it pretty much to yourself,” he added. He’d been meaning to get a few photos himself, and I tagged along – and indeed, for two whole hours, we wandered around the early morning garden pretty much all by ourselves, in an orgy of photography
Well, except for the wildlife.
Most of the cherry trees haven’t even blossomed yet – the winter’s been brutal – so we hung about in the Japanese garden at first.
By the time we got over to the biggest tulip beds, a groundskeeper was watering them, so that gave the tulips an extra dewy look –
The whole scope was impressive on its own anyway.
Colin had his huge rig he was lugging with him, complete with collapsible tripod, but I was making do with my little digital camera. (He’s the pro, it’s understandable.) But I’d also had a wicked case of insomnia the night before, so we both broke for coffee after only an hour or so, and were ready to leave by the time the crowds started showing up. But not before catching some shots of the magnolias on the way out.
And I apparently have a thing for architectural detail in the middle of gardens.
And then one last cherry tree by the exit.
We actually ended up standing directly under it trying to get “branches-against-the-sky” shots. While we were there three kindergarten classes from three different schools and speaking three different languages also crowded around us, the kids all looking funny at two grownups standing there with cameras pointing straight up.
Colin mentioned a long list of errands he was going to be running later that day. I, however, gave into that other spring indulgence – a nap.