a simple equation

More fruit + More spontaneous photography = More crying (by one very grapefruit-thirsty little girl).

Upon lopping off the top of the grapefruit, I got up and merely started to walk in the direction of my camera when Karis began the uproar. She knows me too well. I fear she is going to develop a habit of eating only ugly fruits in my presence, saving the pretty ones to be eaten in the safety of a dark closet, hidden from mom's peering lens.

Apparently I have a fruit "thing". Call it an obsession. If you are polite, you might call it a passion. Remember the strawberries? Or those tangerines? Pears, perhaps? And deep in my blog's archives, the fruit salad? Whatever you call it, I like fruit. To eat and to photograph, though rarely in that order.