Social media is a blessing and a curse. Mid-March, photos of cherry blossoms were popping up on my Instagram feed. Location of blooms varied all over the northern hemisphere, including London, Portland (Or), Washington DC, Paris...EXCEPT New York City. Based on my research, when temperature is cold, cherry blossoms are shy and bloom late. March was a chiller month in New York, leaving trees bare and my heart empty. Winter blues were cured the second week of April, when I saw the first cherry blossom post on my Instagram news feed. That's when the obsession began.
First, the hunt lead me to Battery Park City. Right next to Brookfield, these cherry blossoms are at a prime location for families. They were planted along the grass in the shape of a circle, allowing space for family picnics and casual football:
My next cherry blossom quest lead me to Central Park, specifically Cherry Hill. It's called Cherry Hill for the beautiful cherry blossoms planted in the area. Cherry Hill is a beautiful spot, next to the bow bridge with the Langham apartments in the background. Let's say, Cherry Hill was a popular spot for selfies, casual passerby, tourists (who loved blocking my shot - mind you, I have a big DSLR camera that no one can miss), and giggly children with their parents.
I continued walking south Central Park until I reached the northeast corner of Sheep Meadow. It was hard to miss the two pink trees in a big green lawn. This view was my favorite because of the way the Hearst Tower was framed by the branches:
Unfortunately, the peak bloom did not last very long. My attempt to see cherry blossoms at Sakura Park was a failed mission. The vibrant pink colors as seen from Instagram tags faded into a green blurb by the time I reached.
Next year, I have a target mission to Washington DC for the famous cherry blossom bloom along the Tidal Basin. I'm a simple girl - give me some cherry blossoms in a silver platter and I will love you forever.