It was early… (well, as in 9 am early) and I was still under my nice warm down comforter. The house was still quiet, and the morning rush hadnt begun. (and… I was in no hurry to start!) It had been a long week for me. Still caring for my husband on crutches… and trying to finish our hardwood floors. (crash course on home improvement!) It had been a while since I even picked my camera up. And… the times I did… I hated everything I came out with.

This particular morning I tried to think of a way to be creative. I didnt really want to photograph people. I wanted to take my time. To see the light… and perhaps clear my head some.

Then I remembered the cranberries. The ones that were supposed to have been made into salsa a few weeks ago. The cranberries that were beginning to shrivel. The cranberries that would be just perfect.

I took them out… in a little bowl… to a nearby park. I didnt care that I was laying on the ground, camera pointed at the cranberries. I didnt care about the crazy looks from the passers by. I finally felt and captured what I wanted to that day. All with a tiny bowl of cranberries.