I sat for a short break and saw this little guy staring up at me.

To put it in perspective, here it is cowering by a golf ball I found on the trail.

…that will form into an alien and eat your brain…

…probably.

Every year, for as excited as I am to see the Bluebells bloom, I’m reasonably disappointed to see them disappear.

Although there are still some patches of the flowers across the Cub Run trails, mostly the flowers have fallen into decay. Soon, there won’t be any evidence that they even existed beyond the pictures that captured them in time.

But now, the land turns green, the insects will arise, and a wealth of photo subjects will appear. Here are a few.

Albeit much less formal, we are starting to establish a second Cherry Blossom visit routine. Instead of fighting the crowds during the day for a second time in one year, we instead visit the Tidal Basin in the late evening.

The blossoms peaked a day or so after our first visit. These shots taken on Friday evening may not easily demonstrate the volume of the flowers, but a heavy rain the night before had already downed a significant percentage of the pink and white wonders.

This was my first visit to the Martin Luther King memorial in the dark. Like many scenes in DC, it was brilliant after dark.

Even under the golden lights around the Roosevelt Memorial, the flowers on the ground looked a lot like snow.

I do prattle on a bit about the Bluebells. But to be fair, when I’m exposed to scenes like this, it is hard to keep quiet.

This past weekend was likely the prime time to see the flowers in full bloom. They were wide, colorful, and rarely to be weathered or browning.

Even the insects look better around the bluebells.