Saturday morning, market day. Almost time to walk to the farmers’ market. I’ve been going there longer than I can remember. This summer I realized how these outdoor markets are a movement now, as much a part of the daily rhythm as Monday night football or Wednesday night prayer meeting.
Tom Roberts took his photo in August at the Portland Farmers’ Market. “ My Aunt Barb spends every Saturday morning there, drinking Stumptown coffee, watching people, and buying her produce for the week,” he writes. “The August produce in Western Oregon includes the most perfect-looking peaches, pears and cherries.” See his image of Market Day in Costa Rica.