Couldn't nail this photo yesterday after several attempts. I was shooting outdoors in the afternoon, and it just kept getting darker and darker. I didn't want to sit on the damp patio concrete, so I set up my shot on a stool, but even then I had to crouch and hunch over, and it was miserable.
I need a studio.
So I tried again today, after my usual cruise through the blogs.
Whoa. Over at Lucullian Delights, Ilva beat me to it by posting her stunning pix of romanesco cauliflower — today, Italy time.
Ilva is a fantastic photographer, so I can't really be envious, just admiring. Even she admits that these little buggers are hard to capture.
My cauliflower here is not one of those wacky, fractally things, however. It seems simply to be a green (which is not to say unripe) cauliflower, nothing more — although it's the first one I've ever seen.
I didn't even think to ask the farmer what it was called. But I wouldn't have trusted his answer anyway. He said that the romanesco cauliflower (which he was also selling) is a hybrid, crossed with asparagus. Asparagus! I guess he figured that's where those funny, pointy peaks come from (go look at Ilva's pictures).
But he's wrong.
Doesn't it make you wonder what other kind of hooey those farmers are feeding us dumb city folk?
Nah, I like what they feed us.