Yesterday I wrote about my love of taking pictures of Chicago buildings. Apparently I adore capturing lots of things that don’t move because another favorite photo walk for me is one through a good farmer’s market.
I think farmer’s markets are beautiful. The way that the vendors deliberately display their goods so the people walking through can hardly resist is a real art form. They work so hard on it and I feel terrible passing through only taking pictures. In fact, these days I usually avoid farmer’s markets unless I have cash on me to make small purchases as I go, to make up for the fact that I’m walking around with a camera or phone in front of my face.
The best farmer’s market I’ve ever seen was in 2010, at Union Square in New York City. I was with my friend Sweet Sue and we walked around for more than an hour just snapping away. The colors were DAZZLING and it was a beautiful summer day. Two of my favorite pictures from that day:
I’ve been hoping to find a market as gorgeous as that one but haven’t yet. The one in my little suburb is nice, but small. A favorite shot from there:
The Santa Fe farmer’s market was pretty good and I got one of my favorite shots ever ever ever (in this post) of a person, but still lifes? Here:
And then, most recently, I hit up the farmer’s market in Memphis.
Much like I realize my best writing voice is in either personal narrative or non-fiction business writing as opposed to fiction, I know that my best pictures are of things, not people, about 80% of the time. I’ve captured some great people pictures over the last few years and will continue to practice that kind of photography, but I rather like the stuff that sits still.