More than anything else, I have photographed a single cherry tree. The tree stands right out my office window. Every year it blossoms, and every year I take a photograph. With the first photo, I was young. Now I am not. The tree remains.
Loveliest of Trees
A. E. Housman - 1859-1936
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.