Saturday. Farmer’s Market.
I stood watching the farmer patiently and carefully moving grape tomatoes from a big crate into tiny turquoise berry baskets. His hands moved swiftly, and he worked with single-minded intention. I took this picture because I cannot resist images of hands at work.
With the click of the shutter, he took notice of me and looked up. I complimented him on the beautiful ripe tomatoes. I thought they looked like little jewels but I didn’t say this part. I asked to take pictures and he nodded yes. He held his hand behind the baskets as if to present them to me, showing them off. Then he arranged the baskets in a row and stood back for me to photograph them. I fired off a few frames to acknowledge the fine show and thank him for his effort.
But I already had this one picture that I needed – the one that tells the story of the deep pride and joy that comes with creative work.