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They Arrived in Baskets
July-August Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Summer”
Summer is when everything gets ripe.
One of the places I find myself happiest whenever I visit a city is around fresh produce.
Not the big markets. Those feel like too much business to me. Too much noise, too many smells, too much buying and selling. I like the small ones tucked into neighbourhoods.
There is something about them that feels like real life. Livelihoods. People bringing what they have grown, harvested, carried, and selling it to people who will take it home.
This one was in Jogjakarta, a beautiful little city in Java, full of culture and old things that still alive.
I was there to climb a mountain. The morning before the hike, my sister and I walked to this little market, just three minutes from her place, to get supplies. I was looking for bananas and cucumbers, my favourite hiking supplies. Bananas for the energy. Cucumbers for the water.
But honestly, I could have stayed there much longer.
I have a soft spot for fresh fruits. There is something wonderful about seeing them arrive in baskets, still carrying the feeling of where they came from.
And look at these.
The colours. The abundance. The little bruises and imperfections. Nothing arranged for a photograph. Just fruit, waiting to be taken home.
Ah, isn’t it wonderful?
Now, can you guess whose stall this is? And where did these fruits come from? :)
If you know, you would be overjoyed. A little summer joy, indeed.
