Oftentimes the farmer, moving through the marketplace after harvest will attempt to monger his wares to the fishwife, however at times he is not successful and must bring his sad parcel home for storage till the morrow, potentially even for a fortnight, hoping the cool damp sack will keep it fresh for the next willing bidder. His tale of woe is long and weepy, salutations to you oh brother of the turnip~
I wish you could hear how loudly I'm laughing. This shot is just fantastic as is, but your caption is truly wonderful icing on the cake. The guy's facial expression is a million dollar face. The kid is making me howl. Wonderfully good work. Waist-level?
T- EXCELLENT description of the scene-I have seen these farmers, I know what you are speaking of... You did this with your digi? Very crisp image. Fine Fine work my friend!
Gosh, I love the narration! And the photograph too. That 'free' on the vending machine is precious. Good thing we humans don't have to carry our cubs in our mouths.