Let's begin with the lilacs, lolling on their stems in parks, hanging low in the streets, heady in hot weather. Elderflower was my quarry last year. This year, it's been lilacs, inspired by the sparkling white lilac cordial I tried......
Blood oranges have been piled high in Berlin's plastic crates this winter, most often Moros from Italy. Once split, the insides are ruddy or pale pink (the surprise being part of their charm). I love the juice neat. Jellied, it......
So much to tell you! I'm still reeling from the incredible open day at the art school in Weißensee (I meant to just peep in then stayed all afternoon), still drying off after a damp but happy hour at the......
Oh, this is the season. If I've been quiet here, it's because I've been outdoors: picnics, playgrounds, coffee on the sidewalk and cherry-picking on museum grounds. Even as the days contract this summer feels eternal. I'm sitting on the balcony......
A gray morning to be photographing gooseberries, but I'm too eager to begin topping and tailing to wait for better light. Gooseberries still seem more familiar out of children's fiction than everyday life, but browsing in Jane Grigson has inspired......
Every spring I thrill to the bunches of wild garlic in the market stalls and shops. I had never tasted Bärlauch before I came to Berlin, though I went on to discover its many English names. In seasons past I've......
I suppose this lopsided shot will have to serve as summary of yesterday's spread, because after this one test snap to check the batteries had recharged, I didn't pick up the camera again once. How do you manage to capture......