Starting in September 2022, I began a year-long floral self-portrait series to document my first year in New York. This is the April entry, “Buoyant.” April. Every year, I wait 360 days for the perfect five when the cherry blossoms are at their peak bloom. Cheerful, fluffy, buoyantly bouncing in the wind. If there ever was a more perfect definition of joy, I have yet to find it.