Yes, corn is my first love. (And asparagus is my second, but that’s a springtime story —) In general, most members of the vegetable tribe have at least my strong affection. Here’s one of those vegetable loves that requires a great deal of patience — yet like some temperamental people, amply repays the effort:
I think this artichoke makes an effective still life, even if — or perhaps because — all those circling leaves have been scraped through already, while the tender heart beyond the prickles still waits to be revealed. Even the spent leaves of the artichoke seem to me to be ultimately attractive. I wonder if there’s a parable lurking somewhere here?