The Apple

So this is the fruit that made us all human.
So this is the fruit we reached for and got.
So this is the fruit that ripens in autumn.

I envy your eye.
Knowing roundness,
you put an apple in a bowl,
curve into curve
like lovers.

~Bruce Guernsey

There’s just something about apples.  The simple rounded shape, the variation of colors, the way light hits it, it’s just perfect in every way.  I love that excerpt from this poem that talks about Paul Cézanne.  He knew.  He fell in love with them too.  I could photograph apples all the time, and each photo would be different.  
Apple season comes with my favorite time of the year, autumn.  Picking apples is a time I take for myself, walking alone in the orchard, in the comfortable September sunlight.  Thinking of all the photos I’m going to take and all the desserts I’m going to bake.  Every year, I hear the calling and I need to go.  Resistance is futile, I give in, and I’m happy to do so.

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