Being the child of immigrants parents means one of my love languages is fruit.
Read MoreEvery local and exotic fruit you could imagine in the form of buds and flowers sit on the tips of tree branches, patiently growing and waiting for their harvest.
Read MoreNature is quiet, but doesn't forget time. If you listen, you can hear its faint whispering, hinting at the dawn of autumn and a bountiful harvest. How lucky we are to always have bowls full of abundance...
Read MoreInspired by the reds, golds, and greens of the fruiting pomegranates, I shot some still life photographs in direct afternoon sunlight, under the spotty shadows of our giant redwood tree.
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