Romance of Mulberry

I never waited for my mulberry to turn into deep black, somehow it tasted like a strawberry, sourly sweet. Then I came back to the plant again with an umbrella and my camera, for the dripping raindrops this time. I would like to freeze them in the air.

This is a game between technology and gravity, with some disruptions from the rain.

I got a gifted reflection, I think so. A ladybird was colored onto the curve surface. That was good enough; she should have said that.

When I turned to her, she left me behind. It must be very romantic to chase after her, especially in the rain, and to share an umbrella with her. But it was not so practical to do so.

All these were played on a small mulberry plant, and in my little garden.