Some days, running a business in an open-air market is a lot like hunting. You’re up before dark, loading your truck and wishing you had gone to bed an hour or two earlier the night before. You drive to where your quarry lives, get in position, set up, and wait. Then you get rained on, your gear gets wet, and you get cold and hungry. You’re reminded of how standing in one place for a long time with very little to do is hard work. Sometimes you come home empty-handed. Then you have to clean your gear, reload everything, try to get some sleep so you can head out the next day and do it all over again, hopefully with better weather.

I didn’t even get to shoot at anything today. Maybe tomorrow.