Street Faire

I would be dead if I could not see the rhythms in my life, the symphonies of color. There is a magic in all the interplay, a balance and gravity that keeps the world on its axis.

I live for these Saturday mornings at the market where friends meet, corn is roasting, and three young girls jig on fiddles. I have a camera in one hand and a dozen fresh eggs in the other. Its all I can do to focus on one and not drop the other.