Picking Plums

I took the photograph of O filling his bag with plums in the COVID-19 summer days when we lived in Steamboat Springs. I changed the reference photo to be almost eye-level with O, so we are seeing the looming fruit stand as it looks to him, way above his reach. I wanted to communicate the limitations and beauty of a child’s focus and pleasure. His single-hearted attention in getting the best of the plums that were left and how the sun spotlights his slender arms and legs. I chose a few adults in the background, all tall and turned away, the important and busy world of adults. Many can no longer see how being a child is its own reward.