{"id":175,"date":"2010-01-16T12:04:32","date_gmt":"2010-01-16T19:04:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=175"},"modified":"2010-01-16T12:04:32","modified_gmt":"2010-01-16T19:04:32","slug":"the-fruit-window","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=175","title":{"rendered":"The Fruit Window"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/4279221966\/\" title=\"IMG_0310 by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2716\/4279221966_0bf3d7f18f.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"179\" alt=\"IMG_0310\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The screen on my kitchen window blew away during Katrina, and I&#8217;m embarrassed to say that though it sometimes occurs to me to buy a new one, I never have quite gotten around to it.  This morning I was happy to have no screen.  When I started playing with my food by arranging it for a photo shoot, I wanted something prettier than my kitchen as background.  I looked around wondering if I should make a nice stack of tea towels or something to imply that I care more about appearances in my house than might strictly be true.  Suddenly I realized I was looking out the window and that the outdoors made the best background of all.<\/p>\n<p>So I put the fruit in the window.  I was happy with the results.  Maybe I&#8217;ll keep a pear there more often.  There&#8217;s something homey about it, like a pie cooling in the windowsill of your grandmother&#8217;s kitchen.  Just don&#8217;t expect a pie from me any time soon.  I made a pie already this year.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/4279214464\/\" title=\"IMG_0339 by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2708\/4279214464_ff8761700e.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"IMG_0339\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The screen on my kitchen window blew away during Katrina,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-175","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photography"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=175"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}