Apparently four days is my limit for the length of time I can go without taking a photograph. Saturday, three days into my self-imposed hiatus, I found myself selecting produce for its potential as a photography subject not for its freshness, ripeness, or quality. Sunday morning, as I walked into the gym, I heard a flicker calling from one of the trees outside and regretted that I didn’t have a longer lens with me. Then, as I drove home from the gym, a sprinkling of rain dappled my windshield. The rain was a mere smattering and I don’t think it is the beginning of the much ballyhooed El Niño winter but it was enough for me. I had to pull over and take a few shots. I parked at a dead end by a dry field which I thought made a good background for the raindrops.
