![]() Watermelons with yellow flesh, like that of the spotted Moon and Stars variety, hit my radar first when I happened upon a roadside fruit stand complete with an accompanying Ford tractor muskmelon display a couple weeks before. ![]() That melon would compel me to venture much farther than Hanover.Ībove: Roadside fruit stand and tractor in Hanover, Virginia But then one morning, in the city, oddly enough, at the South of the James Farmers Market, I found a yellow spotted watermelon. The road appealed to me as much for its soundtrack of silence as the local produce found off of its side. Still being honest, I initially intended to merely hit up some backroads and farmers markets in and around Hanover for local corn and tomatoes, and I’d maybe bring back some sweet Silver Queen to Deb on an afternoon when we weren’t fighting over money, priorities, or past indiscretions. But I knew there weren’t any tunnels like in Hampton Roads when you want to get out of the city and I knew I was near Hanover where I hear the good soil lies.Ībove: Roadside fruit stand sign in Montpelier, Virginia Paper thin apartment walls, dogs howling day and night, bad alabaster hip hop on repeat next door and heartbreaking scenes of homelessness whenever I ventured outside assaulted my senses. In the midst of this creative stagnation, I moved to Richmond with my girlfriend and to be honest, at first I didn’t like it. With my fledgling food magazine a year removed from a publishing and with my documentary film on Virginia Food (which warranted the publishing delay in first place) in financial limbo, I took to the road this summer. Prologue and photography by Joshua Fitzwater | Article by Debra Freeman and Joshua Fitzwater
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