Yesterday, I went on my semi-regular walk around downtown during my lunch hour, and I was really impressed by the purple flowers of the jacaranda trees on Hope Street near Bunker Hill.The height of the blooming of the flowers had probably passed a couple of weeks ago, but the slow cascade of the purple flowers was still quite lovely.
I remember reading this about the cherry blossom season in Japan: even though the trees bloom for only a few short weeks and then the trees are bare the rest of the year, the sudden appearance of delicate pink blossoms make spring throughout Japan especially memorable.
I'm not trying to claim that jacarandas are the Los Angeles equivalent of Japan's cherry blossoms. But it makes the late spring in the city somewhat special in a city that many people like to claim has no seasons.
The pictures probably would have turned out better if today had not been so overcast, but I managed to take some pictures without the grey sky as a background for the purple flowers.
