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.
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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.
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