Sunday, August 2, 2009


The tables at the farmers market are laden with ripe peaches and nectarines. I wait all year for this. The trick is figuring out the correct number of them to get me through the week. Some farmers pile them up in dangerously high mounds. This scares me. Pick the wrong peach and you might start an avalanche. I am drawn to the colors of this display and the way the roundness of the nectarines contrasts with the orderly grid of the boxes. Reds, yellows, soft blues. A gentle rainbow.