Market in the Morning

Saturday was absolutely lovely. When I went out in the afternoon, it was warm and sunny, and all of the bushes along the path behind my apartment were a-twitter with all the little critters preparing for spring’s arrival. Every birdcall from the branches above me seemed to belong to a different bird. I had a nice long walk down the path singing – singing! – which I generally don’t do if I think there’s a chance other people will hear me. It was just that kind of a day.

All the sky was buzzing, and the ground was carpet green
And the wary children of the wood went dancing in between…
Dave Carter

A good part of this appreciation for the day was probably due to spending the morning (and somehow it was the entire morning) at Rochester’s Public Market. Last time I went, I had in mind the actions of the people selling at the market, but after seeing some pretty cool public market pictures, this time I tried to think more about the stories of the things being sold. A bunch of them didn’t come out in terms of image quality (still getting to know the interface on this camera), but it was eye-opening to go around looking at the tables full of vegetables and roots and foods and to realize they all had stories if I wanted to look. I tend to think of produce as things on shelves in Wegmans, and not parts of plants that were grown in the ground and picked and loaded on trucks and brought to the market in March.


Plenty of the stuff sold at the Public Market seems to be very cheap, brilliantly colored trinkets and adornments. I thought the gaudy array of colors on this was very eye-catching.


These fishes’ scales looked so cool, such perfect intact patterns, evoking some kind of dragon or fantastical carp in spite of their glazed dead eyes boring into me. I like the Piscean arrangement of them too, and the way they look so slick and wet. Also tasty! I can’t see fish on ice without thinking back to my awesome visit to the Tokyo Fish Market in 2006, where the seafood was bizarre and so fresh it was still wiggling (in some cases).


The early-morning light on the seemingly vast spread of apples really highlighted their shiny, fresh perfection. The pattern of all the same shapes in different colors caught my eye as well.


Somebody was selling Ukrainian dyed eggs for Easter. Some of them were really intricate, and all of them finely made with beautiful little patterns.


These leeks with the morning sun falling on them looked really cool to me. The circular and straight patterns of the leaf sheaths made great repetition and variation, especially with the varied tints of green and the good contrast between the insides of the sheaths and the outsides. Plus at larger sizes the surface textures come out nicely.


All in all it was a pretty great day, opening my eyes up and looking at the world around me, feeling connected and engaged. A great way to welcome in spring’s arrival.

One Response to “Market in the Morning”

  1. Angus Rockett
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    I love the pictures but the descriptions are the best part of this entry.

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