Today, while out scouting for suitable fruit for photographing (when I should have been working at my day job), I came upon a durian. For some time, I’ve been wanting to try one, based upon what Alfred Russel Wallace has written. Plus, a friend from Malaysia said it was all her husband would eat while getting used to his new braces. When I pointed out that the durians found in local Asian markets have been frozen, she insisted that they are still very tasty.

Strawberries were also on my list of subjects, and surprisingly, some were to be had at a fair price. I know that January strawberries are going to fall short in taste, but after the photography, perhaps they will be heavily sugared before eating. Who knows where they came from. Strawberry plants in the growing regions around here have brought out their mittens and mufflers, and put on an extra quilt at night. The water in the pot housing my new deer scare was partially frozen this morning.

Photos soon. My next task is to figure out how to open up the durian. That may prove to be less daunting now that I have inherited my dad’s meat saw.