Nature Morte ?

There is one thing that I really know about myself, that I love photography. I don't always think while i capture those moments. But when i get home and upload them on my Mac, i start thinking of what those moments mean. I've shot this one a week ago at my grandmom's house. I spotted these fruits as soon as I stepped into the balcony. They were just shining and I'm quite sure that they were calling for me. Although I must say that I ended up with my camera instead of eating them. I don't know if i should regret that I chose my camera. Anyways, thinking of what they tasted like can remain forever now. After I took the picture, i sat next to my grandma to show her what I've got. She liked them all. Even she didn't like them, I know that she would say she like it. But when she saw this one, she told me she actually really liked it. And then that moment came, she told me it was looking like a 'nature morte painting'. It was quite shocking for me to hear that from my grandma, who lived in Belgrade and Macedonia until she was 18. She still have that accent of her lands. I don't know why i was that surprised. It is even quite shameful to think that she woulden't know what nature mort meant. She is one of the cultural explosions of the family. She has 70 years of experience, colored with several exoduses that shaped her life. Now, when I look at this photo, I feel both happy and shameful. Firstly, I'm happy that i could make her say 'nature morte'. It was a real punch to my arrogant being. I generally thought I knew better than everyone until that point. Now I can tell that who am I to be surprised when a 70 year old women knows about the French terms for certain styles of art. It literally helped me to bring my consciousness back. I also feel happy, that my grandma could teach me an unintended lesson.