365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #61
Here is number 61…
I’m not even sure what to say about this photo. Maybe I could say something about missing the taste of berries, or sweet raspberries. I mean I could do that, but then I could care less about raspberries at this time. I mean I enjoy them and all, but the washing part. There is always some kind of bug infestation on them. That’s one thing I never enjoyed about certain berries. Or you buy them at the local farm stand, and you’re dealing with every yuppy mom with the local hipsters sporting oversized Ray-Bans, for effects only, “Wow, man. Were these grown under organic spring rain showers?” You know the type. Then half think they’re superior with their soccer ball bumper stickers. So I’m better off just picking them free hand, because if I’m shopping for berries at a local store, might as well forget about it. Prices through the roof, zero quality. Then if I buy them, I gotta pick through the container for the right ones, then after twelve hours in my fridge they’re ready to be tossed. That kind of thing.
