Captures From a Public Market

So yeah. I know I promised posting Vancouver photos the week after I got back.
Apparently, that didn’t happen. Instead, here we are, a month after my trip, and ya’ll haven’t seen but one lousy picture.
To be quite truthful, I haven’t been enthusiastic about photography as of late. In fact, I haven’t been enthusiastic about technology at all. I’m not trying to say I hate my job or anything, but do you know how miserable it is to stare at a computer all day, editing wildly boring images of commercial sports apparel? I do. That’s why I have become fond of getting off work and coming home and doing something active. Anything to keep me off my butt. Anything to keep my eyes from further sizzling away.

Fortunately for my readers, today is the day I start posting my photos, in series.
I know it’s been a long wait, and I commend those of you who have been checking back every so often.
Now, where to start?
Capilano Bridge? Lions Gate Bridge? Seattle Skyline?
No.
It shall be…captures from a public market

I, personally, am enticed by food. I love food. You might not believe it, but I do.
I’m not talking about the world’s biggest hamburger or juiciest steaks – I’m talking about food.
Fresh food. Natural food. Spices. Herbs. Aromas. Cheese, my goodness, cheese.
If only I were a little more experimental with food, I would classify myself as a “foodie”…(is that a trend?)

To begin, here is an establishing shot of Granville Island Public Market in Vancouver, B.C.

The market closed before we got there, so I got some shots of its solitude.

Fear not. We went back the next day and took a nice stroll around the market and tiny island. We even made our own lunch out of French rolls, Canadian brie, salami, and fresh lychee – each ingredient bought from different vendors within the market.
Here is actually a shot of a shellfish tank inside the Sandbar Restaurant on the island, which we dined at during our first visit to the island. I enjoyed myself a scrumptious pot of drunken clams while Kyle had himself a salmon burger. It was amazing, to say the least.

In the morning, we went back to experience the market.
Here are some shots of that:

Moving on.

You’ve seen it before in movies and magazines. And although the place is probably 95% tourists, it is less than the epitome of a tourist attraction.
I’m talking about Pike Place Market in Seattle, WA. You know, that place where everyone goes to see the Fish Market guys holler and throw around 20 lb. salmon.
It’s real, and it’s awesome.

Now, Pike Place isn’t just about the guys that play with their food.
It’s also about people who are eager to devour it.

Let’s say you hate food (I don’t know how that is possible, and yes, I’m judging you).
It would be physically and mentally impossible to maintain hatred towards food if you walked through this market.
There are definitely way too many mouthwatering sights, sounds, and smells to do it.

Well, I guess you could say that about any market, but considering how Utah lacks these wonderful places, Pike Place was just too captivating.