Yesterday Laurel and I went to the always-wonderful Salem Art Fair & Festival in Bush Park. It’s fairing through the weekend, closing Sunday at 6, so if you live around here, don’t miss it.
Per usual, most of the time my view of the fair looked like this.
Then, for a real change of scenery, I got to watch Laurel buy a jacket instead of earrings.
My artistic goal this year was to buy a coffee cup. I found that there are many more artists who sell earrings and women’s clothes than coffee cups. I finally found one I liked as we were almost ready to sit down and listen to music.
As soon as I bought something for myself, the fair seemed a lot more fun. Merely shopping seems to be a mood elevator for women; for men, it’s buying. Now that my credit card was warmed up, I wanted to keep the action rolling.
A photograph of a Taoist monk by King Wu caught my eye. I had seen it at last year’s fair and liked it then. I liked it even more now. I bought an 8 X 10 to add to my King Wu collection of China photos. Now I have four. He’s a great photographer. Read his story of the photo--fascinating.
I caught a glimpse of three Red Hat ladies zipping along. They were moving so fast I could only snap a photo of them from behind. Too bad. I liked their fiery look.
It’s always a treat to plop down on the grass, eat a vanilla sundae with whipped cream and blueberries, and soak up the ambience around the main stage.
Pepe and the Bottle Blondes put on a great twilight show. Especially the blondes. But once in a while I looked at Pepe too. I enjoyed his sense of humor. “You know how it is when you lean back in a chair and feel like you’re about to fall over? I feel that way all the time.”
Me too, amigo.