Something interesting that occurred this morning was that a number of the vendors recognized me as either a regular customer or the photographer guy. One guy asked how my pictures of his persimmons turned out. I used to make prints of the stuff I liked and bring them back to the growers/vendors. The pear people loved my work and always gave me free pears.
This woman, whose name I think is Suzanne, sells fresh beef at the far end of the market. I look at the sign that shows what she is selling almost every week, thinking about possibly getting something. Lucky Dog ranch has a good reputation in the area.
This morning she said something about how she always sees me with my camera, so I stopped and talked for a bit. It turns out they own one of my favorite restaurants in the downtown area, and another one out near where we live, that we haven't tried yet. We were going to try it a year ago, but then there was all sorts of flooding in the area and it became inaccessible. I mentioned that to her, and she said it was a year ago today.
I was planning to make lasagna tonight, so I bought a pound of ground beef. She gave me a really nice discount. I asked if I could take her picture and she agreed. I love making connections like that. It makes me feel like part of a community.
I got a lot more pictures, but I will save them for another day. I ended up taking close to 300 pictures today. I am back in photographer mode.
After the farmers market, I came home and put stuff away, then headed out for a walk along the creek trail. It was a beautiful day, and there were all sorts of people out. I attached my long lens and the extender (which makes the lens about 1.4 times longer) and took some long shots. I was pleased with the results overall.
I don't know what kind of bird this is. I guess I ought to get a bird book if I am going to keep photographing them. I love how this turned out. This is the kind of image I hope for when I go out to photograph.
My niece Harley sent me a text the other day asking if she could talk to me about something, so I invited her over for dinner. We haven't seen each other in a while. Long time readers of my LJ will remember her as one of the nieces who spent a lot of time with us during my wife's illness, helping me to care for her. I don't think I could have gotten through that time without them to lean on.
Back when we were both younger.
I made lasagna, brussels sprouts, and chard, much of which came from the farmers market today. We enjoyed our meal and talked over her issue, which we can help her with. She is 27, and feels as if she has the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Harley as a world-weary adult.
I was searching for the right word to describe how I felt as I listened to her about the things she is dealing with and the pressure she feels to figure it all out--the loneliness of becoming an adult. I still don't know what the word is, but it hurt to see her struggling like she is. I struggled throughout my 20's, and only really started to climb out of it when I was 29. My 30's were such a relief.
We talked for a long time. It was good to reconnect with her. We will hopefully get together again in the new year with her sister and their cousin.