The sun was disappearing fast over the horizon as I headed towards the jetty to catch the boat home. Just in case you have not heard, home is actually in the city.
As there was a shortage of people to form the maximum 12 before the boat took off, to wild away time I whipped out my phone to take some shots of the last rays of sun disappearing over the water.
Then I remembered I had a bag of rose apples (also known as water apples or jambu air); nature's gift from the island in my carry all...
I emptied the juicy crimson fruit onto the wooden bench, placed them on a pot cover which happened to be in my bag (one of those odd things that I carry between my home and MSG or vice versa) set my phone on silent mode (so no one would look in my direction) and started to click away as I squatted on the rough cement floor.
I always love taking shots in their natural setting. Shooting these sweet mountain of juicy bells from my apartment surrounded by concrete walls are never quite the same.
I must have taken these fruit models in and out of my bag several times before I reckoned I had the ultimate shot.
Oh the things I do just for a photo...!
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