These look so much like blueberries, but something tells me probably shouldn’t eat these. Someone once told me that nature betrays itself through colors, that colors that look dangerous can usually tell us if something is dangerous or not. I think she might have been talking about tree frogs, but I think the same can be said for plants.
Take this plant for example. Don’t know what it is, but I’m not going to eat it. The color of the vines are a bit off-putting. Probably is toxic, judging by the electric, putrid pink coloring. Probably doesn’t taste good either…
Had some time to kill while waiting for the train home, so I started pacing along the train platform. I do that a lot. Usually, it’s while listening to music or daydreaming, and was one of the things (the not being able to do it) that during my time overseas.
Salmon roe as seen through a macro lens.
Does it capture the deliciousness alright?
Brooklyn City Hall stop on the No. 4 Subway line. This is what I imagine ancient Rome or Greece was like, back in the day; huge buildings and wide open spaces.
My travels often take me to the Hudson River, as of late.
I wonder if that tree was friends with the one who became paper…? Or the ones made into the storefront?
My birthday was earlier this week, so Mom took me out for dinner. She got a chirashi-don (a bowl of rice with various fish/toppings), while I got a hamachi-don (a bowl of rice with yellowtail sashimi) and a couple of salmon rolls. It was all very good. Part of the fun was helping Mom identify the different types of fish in her’s.
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