Remember those lazy times as a kid when you wouldn’t touch a single piece of fruit until mom washed, sliced and nicely displayed it on the table? I’m sure you do, I’m sure you still do it sometimes.
One that’s inviting you to fill it with sweet beauty.
One that’s tempting and tormenting you.
One that fills your soul with joy.
And throw in a macro lens, but only if you enjoy it.
It is not compulsory.