I almost forgot the camera, but recalled it at the last moment, and ran back to get it it and tuck it away in my bag. Yes, I was going tutoring, not a traditionally photogenic activity, but after I was planning to check out the Hingham Farmers Market. And farmers markets are generally bursting with photographic opportunities.
But then things started going awry. I got on the wrong road, and then another. Called my mother, who used Google maps to get me headed in the right direction, only to go astray again. And then, more than 90 minutes later, I finally pulled into the seaside parking lot next to the white tents that indicated the location of the market.
This picture is of me turning my back on the market in disgust, horrified by its paltry number of vendors and their general lack of available vegetables, disturbed by the preponderance of non-farm related sellers and my inability to purchase even a simple bundle of swiss chard.
Stormy weather?
