After our brief warm spell last week, I was so bummed out at the impending approach of summer. I am not a big fan of the heat. In fact, my worst nightmare features me trapped in the desert without sunscreen or water. *Shudder* So I was overjoyed when things returned back to the 70-something degree perfection to which I had grown accustomed. And to celebrate, I spent Sunday afternoon at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market with Kathy.
I’d breezed through the market once before, but this was the first time I actually slowed down to check out the wares. Unfortunately, I discovered that I’m still not a big fan of crowds. Luckily for me, the people-watching was prime. I’m convinced that men with waists as big as my thigh in skinny jeans were created for the sole purpose of amusing me.
These days, I’m more of a frozen vegetables kind of girl, but I did manage to pick up some delicious strawberry tomatoes and pledged to return with Kathy for more produce next time. She was an expert tour guide, informing me of which vendor sold the cheapest bok choy and encouraging me to sample as much as possible.
More than anything, I loved photographing the lush, vibrant colored fruits and vegetables. I can’t remember what his reasoning was, but my mother has always told me that her father was mildly obsessed with owning a produce stand. That would certainly help to explain why I’m so into taking pictures of food.
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