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