This morning the information on my first assignment sheet took me to the wrong place and a half an hour later than it was supposed to be. Then at the assignment I had a PR lady following me around telling me what I could and could not photograph. So I was in a frustrated and sour mood when my second assignment hit me with some perspective at the exact right time. It was strawberry pickers at a local farm. Watching them in the hot sun hunched over for hours made me realize I had nothing to complain about, that my job is awesome and I should be thankful for it even on days that aren't as smooth as others. Today I gained a little knowledge on where my food comes from and a lot of respect for the people who make it possible for me to eat strawberries.
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| Strawberry pickers wait in line to have their boxes inspected and counted at The Parkesdale Farm in Dover, Fla., Tuesday, Feb. 12, 2013. The pickers are paid $1.50 per cardboard box, with the fastest pickers filling over 100 boxes a day. |
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| The finished product. |
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