Springtime in Korea.
The weather is perfect, sunny and warmish, with a crispness in the breeze.
Have I been writing much? Heck no. I've been outside. I've been hiking, strolling, patio-drinking, paddle-boating and lingering around the market. I've been making lovey-eyes at the cherry blossoms.
I've been gushing to family and friends back home about the cherry blossoms, how their blooms just get bigger and bigger like fireworks. How they make my dreary old bus stop look like a postcard.
I've been to forgetting my camera at home every darn day.
Finally, I remembered it once.
Bear in mind, there are huge parks and promenades in Korea packed with cherry blossoms. They're incredibly pretty. These photos are not from those sites. The day I finally dug out my camera was just a typical day, walking to work, walking around the neighbourhood, coming home. These are the blossoms on average streets, just outside my door.