Traditional Sprout Picking in Springsteenland

I guess it's Fall.  It's *technically* Fall, and today I had to wear a jacket.  Also everything is pumpkin flavored and we went apple picking.  This year's venue was the Eastmont Orchards in Colts Neck, New Jersey.  Previously, I thought that everyone was referring to a town called Cult Snack, and you can imagine how crestfallen I remain that there is no such thing as a Cult Snack.  But Colts Neck is beautiful horse country where Springsteen apparently owns a home, so off we go.  

There was a brussels sprout patch!  I've never picked my own sprouts, but it was pretty darn fun.  

Lowlight of the pumpkin patch:  Dad screaming at his children to "sit their ass back on the pumpkin" to get the family picture.  Yeeeeeesh dude.

This is an Empire.  Or a Crispin.  I think.  

Pint sized picker.

My iPhone is on its laaaaaaast legs.  All my iPhone pictures now have a (completed unintended) yellow tint to them.  At first I thought I would just ride out the vintage look wave, but I'm officially phone shopping now.  

Ending this post on a selfie as a personal and public reminder that I'm jonesing to do some more portraits.  I have a couple twelve major life changes in the next month, then I'm taking volunteers for some new faces to shoot.