I ran around the orchard a couple of nights taking pictures instead of working to capture this weird job. I decided to only use the natural light of the headlamps and the moon to exemplify the true atmosphere. I'm not particularly proud of most of these pictures because they were technically really hard to take without a tripod and so little light. But here you can get a feel for the life of a night picker:
Before work meeting. This is the boss' house. She looks like a big, tough no-bull shit lady at first but she's actually very nice, and rides around in that golf cart.
My row for the night.
The full moon through the cherry branches.
Jerome picking away with my flash light on him.
I put this one in for the bucket.
Katia picking illumination only by her headlamp.
Serg. A Quebecer living the life the rest of the year in Mexico.
Jerome's full bin (300-350 lbs of cherries).
Dana, my favorite swamper. He's 16 years old, from Creston, has a motorcyle, doesn't do drugs, and is going to be a helicopter pilot when he grows up. Swampers move cherry bins down the rows with a tractor, move pickers when they are done their row, pick out the rotten cherries from bins etc.
Coffee break at 5am.
Then the sun comes up and you keep picking but now you can actually see.
Hands look like this after a night of picking. I hear it's just from the ladders but it looks fucked up.
Katia was the only person on the orchard actually protecting herself with gloves and a mask against the many sprays they use for all sorts of fucked up shit. Cherries it turns out are the most delicate fruit and are showered with an assortment of chemicals so that you end up with those big, shiny, red, round things in the grocery store. The most important spray seems to be a ripening retardant. It allows the cherries to stay longer in the trees without further ripening and rotting. They must be harvested 7 days after spraying in order to still be marketable. The farmer has to time the spraying according to the size and speed of his picking crew to maximize his harvestable crop. A big problem with cherries is that they split easily when overheated - which is why they are picked at cooler temperatures - and when wet due to rain. Farmers lose their shit when it rains. A calcium spray gives them a sort of waxy protective coating so rain beads off them and they split less and helicopter is hired sometimes to dry the cherries. Then there are fungicides to prevent all sorts of rotting, herbicides are sprayed on the ground, insecticides for things like ants, fruit flies and earwigs (earwigs love cherries).
Apparently this residue is just calcium. Cherries are pretty damn white most of the time when picking which is slightly disconcerting.
This is the spray booth. The farmer caught me taking pictures and got really nervous. He started telling me that the cherries are taken to a lab and tested to make sure they meet the maximum allowed toxicity levels for consummation on the market. He assured me that his cherries meet BC standards...but what is comes down to is that it's pretty fucked up when words like toxicity are used in conjunction with food.
