The Thursday farmer's market has returned downtown. That is something that will never be in the skyways. But from the second floor, the shapes and colors of the farm bounty create a delirious cloisonne of primary and tertiary color. I am as hungry for the riot of visual texture as for the fresh tang of the citrus itself.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Yay!
The Thursday farmer's market has returned downtown. That is something that will never be in the skyways. But from the second floor, the shapes and colors of the farm bounty create a delirious cloisonne of primary and tertiary color. I am as hungry for the riot of visual texture as for the fresh tang of the citrus itself.
Plasma, the instant nostalgia of the 20th century
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