“Probably the most private thing in the world is an egg until it is broken.”
– M. F. K. Fisher (Writer, 1908-1992)
I take many photowalks around my town. I came upon this scene late on a Spring day when the angle of the sunlight naturally separated the egg from its dark background. This photo cried out for a quote to go with it. M. F. K. Fisher’s is very appropiate.
This photo, like all art, tells a story. Each one of us will see a different story. The quote is one. There is mystery here. Where did the egg come from? What kind of egg? Who kept it warm? How did it get to this place? Who did it?
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