The Fair contains a rich lode of photographic ore.
The tompostpile spent some time mining amongst the fruit, and has a small harvest of close-ups to share with you.
wrap your eyes around this one, OK?
Consider where stem and fruit have parted.
Opposite the stem end is the blossom end.
We move to melons.
Some melon species have a netting pattern on their outer surface.
The high-dollar word for this net pattern is “reticulation”.
(There is a kind of ladies’ purse, usually small, and with a drawstring, called a “reticule”. )
Even now, in August, a shovelful of Vineyard dirt is damp, not dusty and dehydrated. The 2013 growing season has been a relatively well-watered one. Local fruit and vegetables are plump and juicy this year.
William Blake’s “Auguries of Innocence” begins:
"To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour...."
Take a look at this last photo.
Where are we?
We are over a pint basket of blue-ribbon berries.
We look down at cluster galaxies of blackberries.
The druplets that compose the clusters are novas of flavor.
On the surface of these drupelets you can see dustmotes.
Dustmotes, launched by the feet of passing fairgoers.
And hat are dustmotes?
What are we?