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3 Market people

It was not just the stalls and stall holders who interested me. How are these for local characters?




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  1. Hey, there is a little green, a little red ... I especially love the green vegetables (salat, leek?) in the left corner in the last photo :-).

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  2. Great character studies for sure, they're half the fun of going to the Farmer's Market, it brings out such a wide array of people.

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  3. Bit hard to see past the beer gut in the first image. And what about that hair in the final image. Imagine trying to get the knots out ... or wash it ...

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  4. Martina, looks like leek.
    Paula, with my recently discovered interest in people photography the markets are a dream.
    Julie, to make it worse there is a kind of glow over the beer gut. I thought it was a problem with my B&W conversion but I found the colour original had it. As for the hair, I can't begin to imagine.

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  5. Amazing white guy dreadlocks!

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