“To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place . . . I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.”
~ Elliott Erwitt
My market, my market, oh how it’s become so ingrained in my life! Saturday morning is never a question; it’s always our family time. It’s Waits in the carrier, me sipping coffee from my not a paper cup, Damian eating his Black Sheep Bakery vegan brownie. Holding hands, strolling by the familiar stalls that change their face with the seasons. Last week’s peaches are this week’s potatoes, and we plan our menus as we meander. Wave hello to our favorite farmers. Smile at the overly-enthusiastic honey man. Laugh at the two dueling balloon animal dudes in the plaza. Joke with the coffee crew and talk vegan cheese at the pizza stall. Mostly, we enjoy each other. No matter what else occurs for the rest of the week, we can always count on this.
My market is shutting down in two weeks. We’ll have to find a new Saturday morning activity . . . and we’ll have to get used to less fresh produce. But I’m not thinking about that now – I’m just celebrating my market! Here’s what we’ve been seeing:
Happy winter my dears! Let’s all raise a soup mug and *cheers*, for these days of dark only highlight the lightness to come!