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I can smell the strawberries.....I wonder if anyone back in PA goes "strawberry picking" anymore? It was a big thing at our house growing up and I still have one of my dads berry pots. When my Dad would come home with the buckets full it was hucking the berry, strawberry stained fingers....but goodness they were delishiouss. Mom made strawberryjam that we enjoyed all winter long on our morning toast. There was also a strawberry desert she made that was out of this world but ooohhhh so fattening. I can remember my Dad getting stung by bees, shot at because he was "tresspassing" on their property, chased by a bear....and many other stories. Some seasons the berries were small and others they were large. He had his "favorite" patches and would head out every night after supper until dark....picking. This just might be a cool picture to paint with memories attached... Will be challenged with the shading, the soft fuzzy inside areas of the flower....and the green backdrop.
I think this will be one of my next pieces to sketch out.