August 06, 2005

It’s been a busy and sleepy morning, punctured by laughter and vibrant images. Opal came by at 7 AM in her aluminium car to take me to the farmer’s market. “I figured you’d need some material to write about when 2 o’clock rolls around.”

We found Martin there looking unreal. He’s never up this early, not even on a work day. We poked him to make sure it was him, and then we lost ourselves in the crowd with our cameras.

Even at 7 o’clock the market was packed. We walked around ogling bones and pickles. Photographers always travel in packs.