around a bunch of heavy gear. but my pictures were getting so good that dad used some of them in his stories. "do you think i can take some pictures, dad?"
"i'd think so, c. c. they're probably used to it. but ask if you want a close-up of anyone."
"i will." i put on my fifty-five lens and snapped a few shots to get the general idea of the market. then i spotted a really old man, who smiled at me. he waved and pointed to himself, then gave a really wide grin, showing two teeth missing. he wanted his picture taken.
i snapped a couple of close-ups, including his beautifully stacked 