7am at the Market

I was free and undistracted Saturday morning, and as usual in the summer, the dawn and loudly twittering birds outside woke me up around 5:30, so I got up and went over to give photographing the Rochester Public Market another try. I have enough pictures (even after weeding them down sort of continuously throughout the weekend) that I’ll be breaking them up into a few posts.

As I was getting ready for the day, and trying to remind myself to take the photos slow and notice details (and remember to check my camera settings frequently…), I was thinking of the song “Feeling Fine” from my mom’s “Where in The World Is Carmen Sandiego?” soundtrack CD:

Got nowhere to go, I got no place to be
There’s no monkey on my back that’s eatin’ me!
So I’m takin’ 5 as far as I can roam
And when I close my eyes, the world becomes my home…

It provided a great soundtrack for racing down the interstate across town in the dawn light. :)

My first step was to take a loop around the sheds with my wide-angle and see what there was to be seen before focusing in too close with my macro. The macro also seems to get a lot more attention from people because you have to point it at a specific subject, whereas the wide-angle can just be pointed in a general direction and people feel less scrutinized.

One of my promises to myself for the day was to focus on taking the best pictures I could in my own style, rather than trying to “stretch myself” the way I’ve been trying to focus on for a couple of years now. Trying to photograph in a style other than my own hasn’t been working, so I let myself take the closeup pictures I wanted even with my wide-angle and see how they worked out.

I don’t think I noticed the little red guy framed by the plants until I got home and was editing the picture… says how good I was at my goal of noticing things.

This photo really didn’t feel like it was working until I put it in black-and-white, at which point it suddenly seemed like a photo of mid-century Americana.
I liked the light falling on the mural, but I’m not sure that I really captured it the way I wanted. :/

This guy had a forklift!

Although I have, on occasion, found stuff in those boxes that I would buy if I had cash on me, they are laid out in such quantity that it always strikes me as some kind of vast desert of colorful dollar store junk extending as far as the eye can see. Photographing the woman here, I was turned towards the short end… it goes on for many more rows past the right side of the frame.

Next time, this guy, who showed up as I was about ready to switch to my macro, and demanded I take a picture of his hat:

2 Responses to “7am at the Market”

  1. Ariana
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    Haha that guy looks rather intimidating. Especially with the R.I.P. My favorites are the first one with the little purple/blue flowers, and the one with the woman in the checkered jacket, because it looks like she’s standing in a field of flowers until you look more closely.

    • ellen
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      I liked the one with the blue flowers the best out of this set I think – I guess I feel like it captures well the feeling of the market at 7am as the sun creeps into the space and the sellers bustle around finishing their setup for the day.

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