We opened the gate to the back pasture and the sheep came running out of the pole barn. They headed directly to the fence line where the apple trees are. But most of the apples were already gone, eaten I imagine, by deer.
There were a few low hanging pears on the one wild pear tree growing among the apple trees. I plucked two.
On the way back to the house, as I looked at the mottled colors of the pears, their evocative shape, the bend of their stems, I thought they would make a good picture.
By then, Jon was into the pears too.
So we put them on the table on the back porch and each took our own pictures of them. I used my instax camera then took a time-lapse video of the photo developing.