As you’ve probably seen (if you’ve been keeping up with my blog), I end up photographing quite a variety of things on a daily basis. Thursday was no different as I went to Robin’s house (who I met on Memorial day @ Veteran Park) to photograph a story about figs. Yes, figs. My experience with figs was limited to my childhood, and those figs were of the newton variety so this was and interesting assignment.
I was amazed at how many different kinds and colors of figs there are. Silly me, I figured a fig is a fig, to use a figure of speech (ok, ok, no more bad puns). Robin picked the figs we photographed right off her trees and brought them inside. What a treat! They were ripe, sweet and sticky. I was afraid to eat during the photoshoot as a sticky fingerprint on a lens doesn’t good photography make, or so Yoda says. Here’s a shot from that session - I’ll take full credit for stylizing the food but Danielle and Robin take top prize for the Hydrangea & fig leaf floral arrangment.




