There is an old grape vine in the scrub at the edge of the vacant lot behind the post office substation. My cameras and I found the grapes last year, rich and purple at the end of their working life, and this year I was determined to photograph them through all the stages of their progress.
Consider this the first installment. Yes, I could have showed you the trailing twigs of winter and the vine itself, sleeping at the edge of its territory, but the camera eye never found an edge to grab in those. But now, this week, the vine is in flower, with pale new leaves, edged in in equally pale wine-red, unfolding from around structures that are pretty clearly clusters of proto-grapes. I
More on this story as it develops. The camera is my faithful Pentax K-5iis “Kilo”, paired with the always-wonderful Pentax 100mm f/2.8 macro.