September Interlude: It was the weekend of the Supermoon so I went out to take some pictures of the setting sun and the rising of the Supermoon. The s (...)

October continued with warm days and cool nights. On this Sunday, Ottawa disappeared in a widespread fog. I managed to find the Market anyway. The fog (...)

The ordered displays of the Farmers Market are a delight to the eye.  

This colourful dog was an early visitor to Rosemary's booth.  

The friend appraised my camera and pointed, "Look - a Schnauzer. Just up your alley!" Without missing a beat, I replied, "I think I'll go over to that (...)

Dog owners parade their pets in a variety of ways. Some are loosely held, like this pooch. His owners are confident of his behaviour.  

Already decked out for Halloween! It's only mid-October but ready to bark at goblins and ghosts.  

One never knows what this lass will be wearing on market day. Sartorial curiosity, as much as the outstanding vegetables, draw many to her booth.  

Fall flies by and already Remembrance Day loomed in a couple of days. Rosemary was having a jaw-fest with an artist friend when I arrived.  

It's a beautiful morning and I feel like singing ... I'M A FARMING GAL AND I'M OKAY ... I RAISE TIBETAN YAKS AND HIGHLAND BEEF ALL DAY ...  

Might as well grab a rest while my owners satisfy their oral gourmandise with samples from the Ice Cream Man.  

The selection of doggie bones requires careful scrutiny by this very interested pair.  

I was trying to capture the sunset when this kayaker slipped into the shot. Thanks!  

7/28/2014: It was a bright, warm July morning as I arrived at the Ottawa Farmers Market. It was also to be my last visit before absconding to Brittany (...)

"You don't mind if I sniff and kiss your Schnauzer, do ya?" So ends the dog season at the Ottawa Farmers Market.  

Nature will find a way. Trying to imprison Nature is an exercise in futility.  

Sometimes, dog meetings turn into savage, growling battles where screaming owners tug weakly at the leashes and accuse each other. In this case, it wa (...)

In front of Rosemary's booth, about 15 yards away, there is a special spot in the grass. No one knows why it is special but all dogs love to roll arou (...)

Others are caged and strictly handled. I approached this dog and all it wanted was a scritch, a sign of affection. His owner jerked him away and liter (...)

These lads had to wear gloves with the fingers cut off so they could play in the cold breezes. They did a fine job and got the crowd going, some even (...)