Mike and I went to the Farmer’s Market in Sugarhouse last night. It’s early in the season, so there was little there to entice us. I’m thinking I should have bought the apricots, even though they looked a little bruised. They were probably really sweet. They looked like they had just fallen from the tree.
I had to stand uncomfortably close to a man sleeping on a bench in order to take this picture. He wasn’t really sleeping because he was talking with his eyes closed in Spanish to the taco vendor. He was probably saying, “Damn paparazzi…”