This sort of happened by accident - I just moved the candles and turned the bowl to catch the light from a different angle. Apples in the bowl were bought from a "mix your own" stall at a local farmer's market in Boone, NC. The apples on the table were scrumped - some of the most delicious were scrumped after climbing a barbed wire fence. The old saying is true.
And there is no better way to eat them than to all be walking along an old carriage road, eating pieces in turn, cut and peeled with a pocket knife. This is now a family tradition, and while one blade of my two-bladed knife is primarily used for carving walking sticks - the other is reserved for apples.
P.S. - Sunday I redid my gallery website, simplifying so it's easier to maintain and easier to tour. I added the latest paintings that have been posted here, and also a "Small Works" page for the little paintings. I'll be doing more of those - they were fun and I might even be able to do them on lunch break at work.