StreetWalker: Working the Market
Yesterday I was vending at the White Rock Farmer's Market - a highly popular beach community and where I lived while my daughter was growing up. As I live further east in the lush agricultural valley, it takes me about an hour and a half to drive there, necessitating me to leave here very early, despite the market not opening until 10:00am.The weekend was overcast and much cooler, thank goodness, which I figured would result in a busy market. Alas, it was not to be and sales were very slow. However, it did afford me the opportunity to practice street photography, and I had a lot of fun doing so. Something else to add to my photo obsession.
To start off the day, Corky the clown was setting up to make balloon animals, etc, for the kids.
Setting up the fruit for the day.
This lady doesn't want to commit to anything quite yet, so eyeballing but keeping her distance.
Concentrating on not dropping any...
Balloon lady's open! Waiting...
A cool dinosaur!
Sunflowers make everything cheerful, along with maybe some shortbread.
And what's better to start the day than a breakfast croissant?
Marching to her own tune....
Slaying dragons...
Okay, what is it?
Great view up here, Mom.
What would the market be without our four legged friends?
And sinking your teeth into some freshly baked goods.
But then, maybe not...
Indulgent Grandma's wait patiently...
Fashionable attire runs the gamut of whatever's comfortable.
Along with facial expressions....
And of course, what would street photography be without red tights of some sort?!
A totally fun day spent practicing, although I was restricted by not being able to move around the market due to working my own table. Regardless, I'm happy with what I captured, although I could use a different lens (haha, what else is new?).
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I have to say I look very forward to the Imp's and the Rogue's photo blogs, they are fun. I love that I have had the chance to watch your passion grow Imp and all the photo adventures you have been on, I love that I get to go with you so often, I left my heart in the northwest and I can count on you to nurture it.
.....but asking for a consent would kill spontaneity, the core of it's beauty.
Loved that.