Raspberries, with a photo bomber. 

I had to go to Timaru today for an MRI on my neck.  Always an interesting experience listening to the beeps, whistles and grinds.  And wondering if I'm going to be compressed into a cube like in a car compactor, or spat out at the end.

Today I was fortunate to be spat out, with no compression at all, after almost 30 minutes.