Rummaging through endless items around my parents house, I found this old jug. Looked crappy, at first sight. And that I figured was the beauty of it. I was trying first photographing it on the concrete stairs. Good idea, but not perfect. And my husband suggested to see if the grass wouldn’t provide a better backdrop. Which it did. It turned out to be better even then a field of wild strawberries, where I tried as well.