On Saturday Adam and I experienced the joy that is the annual DC Kite Festival, in conjunction with the Cherry Blossom Festival. Ever since I was a little girl I had an
obsession interest in kite flying. Growing up my dad took my sisters and I across the street to the field behind our elementary school on Sunday afternoons and we would fly a kite. Something about the frustration of not being able to get the kite to take flight, running back and forth throwing the kite into the sky with hopes that it would stay there. Thinking that the dumb kite will never get higher than as far as your arm can reach, almost losing hope, when suddenly a gust of wind catches the wings and off it goes into the sky with the birds, your kite. It's sort of magical. I loved the Kite Festival.
There were so many people out flying kites, kids, adults, professionals, student clubs. All types. There was actually several competitions going on throughout the day followed by a Japanese style kite battle. It was all pretty intense.
I wanted to end with this photo of our favorite kite of the day: the whale. It was something like 20 feet long and weighs a ton - it was so cool. It was swimming through the air. Pretty amazing.