I’d never been in a pumpkin patch until I was sent to photograph people picking their own pumpkins a few weeks ago. Fortunately, it was one of those patches where the pumpkins (and other gourds) are still attached to the vine and you have to wade through the mess of vines in search of the perfect pumpkin. Also fortunately, the quality of light was splendid.
(Can I just say, though, that while I enjoyed making pictures in a thoroughly picturesque pumpkin patch, I’m kinda over America’s obsession with pumpkins? I know that “pumpkin is the new bacon,” but I feel like the advent of pumpkin spice cream cheese — looking at you, Philadelphia Cream Cheese — is an indication that we’ve officially jumped the shark in terms of ridiculous food trends. I should also add that I generally do not like pumpkin-flavored things.)
(That said, Jeff and I did pick and buy our own pumpkins this year, for purely ornamental — and carving — purposes.)