Griff and I chose today's word last night so that we could both sleep on it. My initial thoughts were all of produce - bundles of veggies sliced into a gorgeous array of root and stem cross-sections. Green, healthy, crisp. This seemed a little too obvious, and while I did bring my camera to the grocery store and admired an arc of carrots whose reflection made a perfect spiky orange circle, it wasn't terribly satisfying. (Plus, try taking a decent photo while wrangling three boys 7 and under in a store. Just try it.)The word fresh reminded me of Food, Inc., which I watched for the first time last week (I think Kat, who submitted the word, would approve). As a former vegetarian and a near-constant questioner of the status quo, I think a lot about food choices, so the movie didn't present much truly new information to me, but it served as a good reminder to keep freshness and health a priority. I'm reviewing my options for meat and struggling with what I truly believe is best to eat, versus what is convenient to me.
Later in the afternoon, still pondering freshness, I took a walk. It was bitterly cold and I lost my gloves two weeks ago, but I've been obsessed with finding subjects upon which to practice my skills with a new Christmas-present telephoto lens (w00t). I was tracking hawks and couldn't find any, although I did find a grisly sign of their presence.
But then, just as I was about to go inside and thaw out, I saw a big bird high up in a tree in my neighbor's back yard, with its quarry. It was raw, uncensored, brutal...quite fresh. I came outside two more times to check up on it and risked frostbite to my fingers. It was an awe-inspiring sight.Griff almost skipped today's challenge, explaining to me that he's just a kid and doesn't know all the things that can be fresh. He had also initially thought of the produce section, but ultimately settled on the aroma of a ripe cheese: