I’ve photographed Locally Grown Gardens more times than I’ve been inside. I hereby make a pact with myself: from now on, I will step inside and buy something every time I photograph something here.
I love how this year-round farm market is housed in a repurposed gas station. I’ve become fascinated lately with the history of gas-station architecture. There might be another blog post in me just about that. This building is covered in steel tiles painted with porcelain enamel (though I think these tiles may have been painted over with conventional house paint). Oblong-box stations like this were built from the 1930s through about 1970.
I seem to have black-and-white film in my camera most often when I am here; this is my only color shot of the place. The benches’ turquoise color is just perfect.
The decor changes with the seasons. Whenever it’s chilly outside, you’re likely to find a small fire going in a barrel out front.
While I’ve been in to buy produce a time or two, I’ve never stopped here for a meal. They offer a small menu that varies with the seasons.
I am often amused at myself by the places that keep attracting me when a camera hangs from my neck. I often don’t realize how I’m gravitating toward those places until I’m searching through my photos and see how many times I’ve visited a particular subject. That’s how I came to write about Locally Grown Gardens today. Perhaps I should make a few deliberate trips down there with my camera, and perhaps take a meal there, and perhaps (with permission) take a few photographs inside.