A Conversation

"You should be painted," I tell the peaches, fuzzy bottoms innocently raised, scent poised a perfect somewhere between youth and over-ripeness. There's no sign of reproach, just a mere blush as they warm slightly under my gaze.

(NOTE: this is NOT a painting!)

Comments

[Tori]

I can see it.

[marja-leena]

My favourite fruit....

[beth]

We are eating them quickly, right out of the frame...

Mine too, Marja-Leena!

[-s]

And you, poised between painting, photography and writing, where do we look to find the thread running between these three?

[beth]

Good question. I'm looking for that thread all the time!

[Szerelem]

I love peaches...and these look perfect. (Also - I can't decide whether the picture is a blurry photograph or a wonderful impressionist painting!)

[beth]

You know what? We've had luscious peaches this year but these had almost no taste at all. "Superior exterior, inferior interior", as a friend used to say (not about peaches!) We ended up cooking them last night, with brown sugar and cognac.

As for the image - it's a photograph that I worked on by hand in Photoshop.

[dale]

(o)

[Scott]

Nothing better than a ripe one of these in season. Beth, you paint, too? Lovely.

[Jean]

Just beautiful. I love 'painterly' photographs - they don't ape paintings, I think, but are something else again.

[ruth]

aaaaaaaah beth... helloxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx