With yourcries, blessations and your loves... I live just a couple blocks away in lower town. I was in the neighborhood in 1999. I had been to the market before, but when I moved into this neighborhood, suddenly this was my local place to get vegetables and meat and flowers. I started taking pictures because I take pictures wherever I go. But I just became entranced with this place. This place is a garden and everything, every direction you look, there's beauty and beautiful people and lots of lively activity like this little girl right here. Good morning. Let's see, hi. The photographer, Minor White once talked about how in certain magic places everything is a picture in all directions when you look no matter where you look. There's a picture and I have found that this place is a magic garden. When you walk in here, it's just alive and in every direction. Corn cobs. Pregnant moms, babies and backpacks, bouquets of flowers, people from all over the world, and always some surprises. What's the cost for a pirate to get a earring putting his ear? Fucking ear, fucking ear. What do the puffles say to a boy first? Do you send him to school? By son. By son. I love seeing all the babies in strollers because they're growing up with this kind of food and this kind of plant matter as just part of their life. And almost all the babies that I see have their eyes or just bug-eyed. They're just bug-eyed at all the beautiful things that are going on around here. All this activity. A pint of raspberries rests in the lap of a pint-sized child. Lollying in her stroller, she's living in the lap of luxury. Don't eat them, mom says, as the little one begins eating. Too handed, too fisted, too much. We laugh until we are red as raspberries. A pint-sized child. It's my favorite. I mean, every corn tastes different and I buy it from... I bought it at least once from most of the growers. But I keep coming back to Jordan and it always sweetens the palate. His jolly attitude helps, too. I have a wonderful day. I've gone from enjoying food to learning who made my food and learning about it. And so now when I serve dinner, I say, this is lamb from Farm on Wheels. And it's really changed the way I eat. Remember that? Yeah. The inside. Every grain to buckwheat honey? I have. I saw it. Yeah. Oh, very good. The market teams with blazing orange pumpkins and honey crisp apples sweet as my honey. The flowers are rich with last week's rain. The market teams with customers. Teams. There you go. I'm going to go to the market. I'm going to go to the market. I'm going to go to the market. Don't forget. Eat good food. Eat good food. Eat good food.