The market opens beneath a sky thick with clouds, sunlight spilling in broken patches across the pavement. A woman moves steadily through the rows of tents, her black dress catching the breeze, a canvas bag heavy with the morning’s first finds. Behind her, stalls brim with color and chatter, but in this frame she is the quiet center—a single figure carrying the rhythm of the market forward, and in that simple gesture, the still life becomes a story.
Each photo was taken on my FujiFilm- XT5 in my effort to capture beauty within the farmers market.
