Still life is a bowl of cherries
Usually I don’t enter the photo competitions. Simply because it is dangerous to cut about with a camera in my neck of the woods for a variety of reasons. Once a man goes beyond a certain age he is looked on as suspect when he starts taking snaps outdoors. Vigilante bands with pitchforks appear out of nowhere. Another basis for not photographing is the danger of catching a crime being committed in the background of your shot. This can annoy the criminal no end. They have been known on occasion to drop the plasma and attack the amateur paparazzi because a set of lens have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. As I treasure my skin I tend not to photograph in the neighbourhood.
This still life has still got some life in it.
Cherries and all those other wonderful mouth watering fruits you read about have never been delicacies on my diet. I have a predilection for chocolate, Kit-Kats in particular; it used to be penguins but it’s a long story. Really, it goes back to when I could have been indoctrinated to appreciate the marvel of fruits. Fruit is good for you is not the message a young mind wants to hear. Reverse psychology should have been applied.
Michael Gove would do well to use this technique for the youth of today. Fruit is bad for you, alcohol is good for you. Fruit is bad for you, alcohol is good for you. Fruit is bad for you, alcohol is good for you. Drumming this into empty heads could lead to a massive outbreak of fruit devourers. This would make it safer for photographers as instead of a wine bottle being lobbed at your head by hoodlums, it would be a mouldy apple.