This time of year there is a touch of sorrow in the market place, since we all know the season is passing.

Not long ago the strawberries were everywhere, and now we look for other comforts. I wish I wanted more than a single fruit, but usually that's all I want. Just one apple, a peach, a luminous tomato sporting a leafy mohawk. A purchase made in part so I can look through my camera at them, without feeling like a jerk. My very small monetary vote for real agriculture and permission to shoot is then carefully tucked into the apron of the fruit seller, who looks beyond me for somebody who is ready to can something, or prepare salads for a banquet. Something big and bold, please.