Even though these are Californian quinces, I had to have them: they had the scent, see? The concords are from up the Hudson, and smell very ripe and grapey. The tulips may mean spring but here they are fall, when the weather outside stores is cold enough for them to stay shut. Once inside they open beautifully, languidly, and stretch their sinuous necks.
I love this still life. Quince..there is a tree down the street that I lust after this time of year on my daily walks with Butterscotch.
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Kary
Lovely composition. Followed, perhaps, by quince poached in red wine?
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