Mulberry tree
Unripe mulberries.

Mulberries among the razor wire.

There are some ripe ones.

I only took any photographs after picking all the ripe ones.

I made jam by scraping off my shoes.

The ground was littered with fallen berries.

And my shoes will never be the same.

I admire this architecture.

My hands were stained.

Buster wonders what I have.

A closer look.

Rooftop pool!

I brought them to work where there's no short supply of safe water to wash them.

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