From one of the last Saturday markets of the season. Warm, bright day on the 45th parallel. Sun lower in the sky.
As economic and political winds blow, farmers -- as they have for centuries -- bring their good to market. I love buying this way. Going from stall to stall to buy something from everyone. Thanking everyone for being there.
It was a great time to be a human being. Not a human doing -- just being in the moment.
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