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The best day begins with vegetables, beets and carrots on card tables and tailgates, just south of Dublin. Off the train I find a small market, food stalls and craft stands lining the harbor parking lots. Drawn in by the colors I start out snapping photos of vegetables and right away a man in a nametag flags me down. I nearly bolt, so sure am I that he's coming to tell me to get the hell away from the produce. He gets close and he's smiling, pointing at my unwieldy camera and asking my rate. My rate? He thinks I'm a professional - before I can say "tourist" and "misunderstanding" and "hobby" he's pointing to his stand, his small marble statues, pleading for a few shots for his website. Unsure of how else to respond, I finally agree to be who he thinks. We start working right away, shooting patrons and purchases; at first, he's unsure how to answer curious customers. I nervously show each photo on my digital display and wait for him to find me out. And all of the sudden, we point-and-click, and for a moment, lose who we were. We offer the other a brief but hopeful costume, us two, this after-hours chiseler and accidental obituary writer. Just for now, we'll be intrepid artists, celebrated and sought after. Just for now, we'll feel lucky to have been found. We lose our light and shake hands, exchanging emails for the photos. He thanks me and offers me a few bills, I don't accept, I can't. I thank him, and again, and he hugs me. I owe you for this, he calls out as I head back. And also for the photos.
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Comments (16)
frames... dublin... food...
Sounds perfect!
great post
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