I love blueberries. Do you? I always wondered where they originated, but never really searched it out. When I visited Maine, USA earlier this year and while trekking along a cliffside I came across some low growing bushes with blue and pink berries growing profusely. I thought to myself, probably aloud, how much they looked like blueberries. But my cautious self stopped me from trying any, just in case they weren’t.
Turns out, they were blueberries. So while in Maine, it would have been amiss of me not to find more blueberry fields and photograph them.
The lovely extended family who graciously allowed me to photograph them working this blueberry field in Camden, buy the rights to berry pick from the heritage trust that manages this land. They run a simple operation, collecting the berries that have been nurtured and harvested organically.
These were the best blueberries I have ever had. Unlike their steroid berry cultivated cousins, this native uncultivated variety is small with even the tiniest blue morsel so sweet.
Here is to blue tongues, blue lips, blue fingers…