In the winter of 2005-6 I got more and more frustrated at not being able to find rosehips to photograph - I was viewing all these amazing macro images of rosehips from my flickr friends in the UK, and all I was finding was tiny little haws. The elegance of the rosehip's elongated oval shape and its wispy tails were essential - or 'primordial' as my Francophone friend Eric would say. Finally, after more than two weeks of wet shoes, slogging through the rain and peering at bushes, I headed for the library and took a different route. Wouldn't you know it, no more than a block from my house I found a bush just bursting with rosehips.
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Sounds like you've checked off a life goal! :) kudos on the successful rosehip safari.
The trick with some of those life goals is to keep 'em small to nurture your sense of accomplishment.
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