Words + Images

“It’s rather dreamy,” is how I described the corn to Steve this morning, the 4 cobs lying snug as you know what in a rug in the refrigerator crisper.  I pointed out the soft light from the various sources, the opaqueness of the crisper drawer …He looked at me, shook his head and went back to his coffee.  Of course, after he left, I pulled out my camera.

Only a few golden kernels were visible in one of the cobs.

The rest had the husks still tightly wrapped, until I started to unwrap them.

I haven’t told Steve yet, but I know what we’re having for dinner.