A few times a month, I eat my breakfast at a small cafe in my town.
The other day, when I was having my usual menu, I saw the cafe cock cutting a pineapple behind the counter.
"Can I have the head part of the pineapple?"
I asked her just as she was throwing it away into the waste bin. It was a rather strange request but she was nice enough to pack it in a plastic bag and handed it to me with a smile.
With my illustration of the southern sea in the back, I photographed the pineapple.