Portland farmers market is probably my favorite time of week, hence the reason that Kristina can call me at 7:30am, tell me to be ready to go in half an hour and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. But getting to farmers market early is the only way to enjoy the experience; before the hordes of foodies come in and you have to elbow your way through to score the best looking strawberries.

Before the bell had even rung to mark the official market start, my camera already had plenty of shots and I still had time to make it to my favorite booth before the line got too long (yes, true Portlanders will spend a fairly long time standing in line just to score their favorite organic produce). All in all, a very successful Saturday morning.