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| “Horse Chestnuts, Ledgelawn Avenue, Bar Harbor, Maine; September 28, 2011” (Woodland series No.4) |
When I was little, I used to fill my pockets with horse-chestnuts. I loved the smooth feel of the glossy nuts, and was always surprised and disappointed when they shriveled up. It still surprises me. They seem so solid, more like wood than a fruit, and watching one pucker up like a raisin feels so strange.
