benches make good observing spots

considering the concept (or feeling) of home these last few days; I realized today marks one month ago that I arrived to this west coast town. Am I established? I'd venture to say not. I'm still in the honeymoon stage. Home, I believe grows on you over time. Sure there are the moments when you walk into a place and it feels good, almost as though you belong, but I think the feeling of establishment is something much further. It comes with connect to community; to understanding those around you- finding like minds and like souls. I believe home is driven by connect to the land, to an understanding of the climate, of the boundaries and the surroundings. There is reassurance in familiarity. This past weekend spent in Seattle, I was given the opportunity to witness some interesting aspects of community. L and I ventured to a neighborhood farmers market on Saturday morning; umbrellas and reusable bags in tow. The saunter of this particular market (L observed) so strikingly different from other markets around the world. What dictates the pace of a market, that I'm not sure. I would however reach to say that community in market place is reasonably similar where ever you travel. This is a place for bartering, for exchanging information, for visually absorbing the surroundings. A place where communication is opened and hard work is recognized. Market takes a dirt field, a asphalt pad, a covered building and gives it life with community. I have to think I'll make a great old man on a bench (well I guess old woman) one of these days. What a treasure when you can just sit and watch  

Why the spider- because I really like this picture.