Red
My mother takes great pride in her red eggs. Some might say "it's just an egg" or, despite spots and uneven color might quip "Well, it still looks red." Those are not words my mother would ever utter, not on Holy Thursday in preparation for Pascha. Her eggs must be the perfect shade of red -- not pink, not brown. They must be consistent -- not splotchy, not spotted. They must shine. It is quite a process, which I photographed this year (much to her chagrin). Here is a link to the album.
What a lovely batch of deep red eggs! How great that you made photographic "instructions" of the process.
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