One of the really fortunate things about growing up in my corner of Southeastern Pennsylvania is that I got to enjoy wild raspberries and wild blackberries, which would grow in a lot of places. They’re delicious, and totally edible.

I don’t think I was very good at discerning sour under ripe berries from their shinier, riper counterparts. As an adult, I know that they’re ripe for photographic excellence.

Actually, this isn’t true. They’re a bit difficult to capture well.

If you go for macro-level detail, the plane of focus is narrow and its difficult to encompass the berry, and if you go for a wider angle, it’s easy for some detail to be lost.

To end: another berry memory.

I distinctly remember coming home from some family vacation and being thoroughly peeved that berry season came and went while I was out of town.

You’d think going on vacation would have been enough for me.

But, nah. Berries.