French Market

Every Saturday between April and October, my wife and I walk down to the local French market, not so much to buy anything, but just to soak up the atmosphere and meld with the crowds. vendors come from as far away as Michigan and rural Illinois and Iowa to sell their wares, but what interests me the most is the produce. The variety of colors and shapes and textures is a photographer’s dream.

I always feel a little bit intrusive, taking pictures of the vendors’ food. At first, I began by taking a few quick snapshots with my phone, but since then, I’ve returned with my larger cameras to create art with the fruits and vegetables. Enjoy.