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Very beautiful indeed.
I wish I had a high-res version of it to make Yule cards with...
Posted by: Li'l Innocent | Sunday, December 13, 2009 at 09:25 PM
It is a beautiful photo. The apples give off a real warmth that feels anachronistic because of all the cold we've been having lately around here. It went down to -40°C on Saturday night (that's real temperature too, no sissified wind-chill inflation in that number) and one forgets just how shocking it is to walk in that kind of cold. In Edmonton, just North of where I was on the weekend, it got down to -46°C; the second coldest spot on the globe on Sunday (next to Dzalinda, Siberia, where -48°C was recorded). I didn't think to take any pictures on my walk, but in truth, there was nothing to see that set that day apart from any other. Because if you can't even remember what that kind of cold feels like, then you can't possibly describe it in words or images. I think that's part of what makes it so exhilarating to experience.
Posted by: Ken Muldrew | Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at 12:08 PM