Ballard Sunday Market


As a writer, I’m always trying to avoid clichés, so naturally that applies to my photography, too. That thought was on my mind when I visited the Ballard Sunday Market near my home in Seattle. It had been too long since I’d wandered down to the market, and so my wife and I dragged our non-caffeinated selves out of the house and into the sunny morning.

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After grabbing breakfast crèpes at one stand and much needed coffees from the Convoy Coffee cart, my brain was in a better place to start making photos. And that’s when my inner editor spoke up: “An open market? Could I get any more urban cliché than that?”

That voice is a real pain in the ass. Yes, a market can be a visual cliché. But a Sunday market is also filled with color, and variety, and interesting morning light. Those are all things that are great to put in front of a camera lens.

Baskets of Garlic


I also reminded myself that I wasn’t on assignment, or even shooting photos for any specific project. I deliberately chose to spend a lazy summer morning at the market, sampling food, talking with the woman I love, and experiencing life. I gave myself permission to take photos that appealed to me, and if none of them turned out well, that was okay.

Peppers and Tomatoes

I ended up leaving the market with a bouquet of sunflowers, a bottle of hard cider, half a dozen freshly made mini donuts, and a few photos I like.

Peppers, Ballard Sunday Market

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