We went to the farmer’s market as we usually do on Sunday mornings. It was cold, and the farmers and sellers were all bundled up.
I thought it would make an excellent album to take some portraits and honor the hard-working people who bring us our food, cold weather, or blazingly hot.
Most of them are good honest, hard-working people who work hard all year, raise animals, and haul their food to our farmer’s market all year round.
A farmer’s life is never easy; it is a privilege to take their photos; people like this are what I love about our country and about where I live.
Above is Edgar of Long Days Farm, who has the prettiest vegetable stand I’ve ever seen.
Here are some of their portraits:
Sarah, Shift Wood Fired Pizza.
We appreciate and depend on them, so I took a photo of people who looked cold or were bundled up. The only exception was Sadie, who admitted to being cold but wouldn’t wear a hat. She’s a teenager with beautifully painted nails and rings on her fingers. She works with her parents at Shift Wood-Fired Pizza (we ordered a small pizza for dinner, the Scapegoat: pesto, goat cheese, and fresh tomato.
Cindy owns 75 goats and still laughs all the time. We bought cheese and a bar of soap labeled:
“drunken goat.” There is some beer in it, she says.
Aladdin, the Slovenian Cafe, and one of the sweetest people on the planet.
Nobody works harder than Sadie, Shift: Wood Fired Pizza, or has more stylish rings on her fingers and paint on her nails. Her parents own Shift.
The pandemic sent many of the town’s children back to Cambridge when they lost their jobs. Some are craftsmen and woodworkers. They seem to discover that this is an excellent place to live and build a life and follow their callings.
Many are staying, starting a new business, and working with food. I didn’t get their portrait today, but two of the pandemic refugees – Ashley and Gordon – are also staying and opening a new bakery with sandwiches and perhaps bagels in Greenwich, a few miles from “A Little Paris” – the beautiful crepes cart run by Bob and Connie Warren (Warren is also my ukelele teacher, class starts this coming Thursday.
The town is very much the better for these kids coming home.
Ashley and Gordon belong in this photo, but they slipped away before I could take it. I’ll catch up with them.
Why don’t we hear about the musicians in your community? There must be some great piano, guitar, banjo,.. players, singers/songwriters… ?
good fotos!
Billie, there are lots of people in my community that you don’t hear about; it’s not my job to chronicle every part of life here; I haven’t written about the police or sanitation workers or carpenters or landscapers either; I’m not a magazine or a newspaper I write about my life and what I come across and find interesting. There are plenty of wonderful musicians around here and if you have read the blog, you will have read about them. Best jon
Loved your rural people pictures. Their faces and lives tell stories of determination and hope..
As a former Junior High teacher,, I especially loved the picture of Sadie. I grin, as I remember teenage sass. Her attitude and looks said she was not giving up, but was ready for delights in her future.
May all we older ones have more SASS!
There is just something about black and white portraits, and these are all so wonderful. We love attending our local farmers’ market, too, when we have the chance. Good for you to get out in the raw, windy weather yesterday!