an apple picking day trip.

Towards the end of apple season, some friends and I took a nice saturday drive to Apex Orchards in Shelburne, MA. When we arrived at the orchard I was surprised to see that it was all right there; we walked off the gravel driveway and into rows and rows of apple trees! The whole activity took maybe a thirty minutes. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it must be the Oregon in me that anticipates a half-mile hike or a hay ride every time I visit a farm. 

After picking our apples, we spent the next few hours at a local pub. We just weren't ready for the day to be over. And when we drove home that night, the car was a combination of quiet and laughter that means you're with real friends. 

(photos) on 120 film with a borrowed hasselblad, except for the last two which are iPhone. The green in these scans looks all off to me. But I'm particular about color, probably too particular {Tyler is reading this and nodding because every time I we work on a project together I send back revisions asking him to make it a "more vibrant black" or "not so much red, more like poppy."}