WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: DETAILS

Jen H. says, Look past the big picture and zoom in on the details.  

The details in life make all the difference, don’t they?  This Canadian artist is one of my faves.

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( and here comes the best part, I think)

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Marc Johns knows a thing or two about delicious details.

Toni 7/23/16

The Blackberries are ripening. An aggregate fruit, each bump’s a “druplet” w/ lots of thorny brambles. Catbirds and Seamus Heaney love them.

The Tweet: The Blackberries are ripening. An aggregate fruit, each bump’s a “druplet” w/ lots of thorny brambles. Catbirds and Seamus Heaney love them.
The Poem (I’m so glad Seamus wasn’t into tweeting!):
Blackberry-Picking

for Philip Hobsbaum

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn’t fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.
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