Pomegranate

September 28, 2005
  1. September 28, 2005 at 7:57 am

    Beautiful image, Pica, and relevant to the theme.

    Quarrtsiluni trips lightly on the tongue and is soothing to saturated eyes.

  2. September 28, 2005 at 8:29 am

    Lovely and luscious, Pica – and so simple! It feels good to see some color on these pages, too.

  3. September 28, 2005 at 9:29 am

    Glorious, Pica.

    Of course, as the days tick down to Rosh Hashanah, I can’t help thinking of the pomegranate as a symbolic holiday food — some hold that the coming year will hold as many blessings as we each eat pomegranate kernels…

  4. September 28, 2005 at 8:37 pm

    Lovely! I think of Persephone who eats the pomegranate seeds and therefore must spend her winters in the dark mysteries of the underworld with her husband, Hades. Seductive.

  5. September 29, 2005 at 8:15 am

    I remember my first encounter with these strange fruits, using a small spoon made for just that purpose, learning the name in Japanese long before I knew what we called them, and walking through a grove of persimmons every day on my way home on the paved path up a terraced hillside.

  6. September 29, 2005 at 5:59 pm

    Oh, and I forgot to mention, if it’s not clear, the winter months that Persephone sits in the dark, waiting to burst forth in spring. Is that why pomegranate fits here in this “waiting to burst” theme? (Sorry, I’ve been accused of being overly obvious. Alternatively, of being obtuse and estoteric.)

  7. September 30, 2005 at 12:32 am

    Beautiful. Such extraordinary fruit — I was a stranger to them until the late 90s. This print almost swells off the screen.

  8. September 30, 2005 at 6:02 pm

    Dear all,

    Thank you for your kind comments.

    Yes, Leslee, Persephone. I rassled with an outright mention of her and decided against it. But this is also a LITERAL waiting to burst: the birds around here love early October!

  9. October 1, 2005 at 1:44 am

    Wonderful, Pica … and I know what you mean about the LITERAL wait to burst: I see them around my neighborhood, too.

  10. October 3, 2005 at 9:20 am

    I don’t have any words, but I keep coming back to look at this.

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