DJHuber
pickers
I love this. This is perfect. This is Norman Rockwell, if Rockwell had been Canadian.
You’ve got the grandfather with his suspenders, and his 1993 Grey Cup playoffs cap (the Calgary Stampeders lost to the Edmonton Eskimos 29-15), and his sturdy cordovan shoes, and the perfect grandfatherly smile, all proud and pleased to be with his grandkids.
You’ve got the kids themselves, innocent and cheerful, contentedly eating the berries they just picked, happy to be with their opa, even though they probably think he’s a bit weird (all kids think their grandparents are weird, which is how we learn about love and tolerance).
And you’ve got the berries, saskatoons, a berry so sweet and nutty Canadians named an entire town after them, buckets of berries, ready to be turned into crisps and cobblers and muffins and pies and maybe even pemmican (this is Canada, after all, isn’t it).
In this one photograph, you’ve got maybe eight or nine different types of love.
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