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Door County, Wisconsin.




Motion blur, light manipulation (and, really–isn’t that what photography is all about?) or, as I think of it: light scraping. Pulling out the details and leaving an impression of light and color. Whatever it is, I can’t shake my fascination with trees and reeds and other lovely upright botanical marvels shot in this impressionistic style.

You do not want to be driving in the woods with me. Trust me.

My apples go all showgirl glam on me.

A totally unplanned shoot this morning when half a dozen Cortlands, lazing on my counter, were suddenly bathed in a brilliant morning light.

Picture #1: Medieval Morality Play…with a twist.


If your friend, Wabi Sabi, was into symbolism and metaphors and other literary devices…oh, wait. She is. So I am mixing up this classic solo apple portrait–very dignified–with light and dark, good and evil, the Fall of Man and why should the apple bear any blame? Apples don’t tempt people (wandering around buck naked in a crazy wild garden.)  PEOPLE tempt people. Ultimately, though, people only tempt themselves. But it’s easier to blame the apple. Don’t even get me started on the snake.

Is there any remaining question as to why Wabi Sabi was “let go” many years ago from her gig as a teacher in a parochial school? Anyone? Anyone?

Picture #2: A Chorus Line of Apples 


Picture #3This one deserves to be printed on black velvet…and I mean that in a good way.


Now the conundrum: as fond as I am of the melon picture from yesterday, I think one of these might truly qualify as luscious for my entry in the Miller’s show.


Someone rediscovers her 60mm lens.

I needed a photo of some “luscious food” to submit for a themed art show. So, with a comfortable margin of nearly 24 hours before the deadline, I hauled an armload of fruit, two cameras and three lenses downstairs to my light table. This took several trips.

In a spirit of full disclosure, I will tell you that before I could set up this little shoot, I first had to move many, many piles of last season’s clothing and random bed linens that had chosen to camp out on said table. On the plus side, I found a cache of corduroy pants from last winter that had gone missing and four yellow napkins I thought I’d lost forever.

And there was much rejoicing.

 Four kinds of apples and two varieties of pears took their turns on stage. I posed them, spritzed them with water, draped chiffon around them and worked some soft lighting. Nothing.

God help me, but I played a little Barry White just to put those Granny Smiths in the mood, but they were not taking a shine to each other.

I was okay with this pear couple, but not crazy-in-love.

pear pair

When I couldn’t conjure anything more than tepid chemistry among the assembled models, I finally abandoned my sultry fruit plan and moved on to abstract portraits of citrus fruits.

And I’m fine, but not rock-my-world fine, with a couple of the citrus shots. Cathedral window, maybe?

orange slice1

and this group portrait:



(As a bonus, my light table is now smelling citrusy-fresh… though I must remember to mop up the juice puddles before I toss my clothes and linens back in their haphazard stacks.)

On my last trip upstairs to see what other foodstuffs I could play with–slices of pepperoni! half a jar of peanut butter!–there it was. Lovely ripe cantaloupe lounging patiently on the counter.

google melon

Google-map of Stonehenge? Satellite picture of an Aztec temple?

I don’t think it qualifies as “luscious,” but it was my favorite of the afternoon.

You will be pleased to know that the other models found work in an ensemble dinner theatre production that I staged later in the evening, titled “Wabi Sabi Fruit Salad.”

And it was luscious.