This year was our 17th year at the fantastic Oregon Country Fair. The fair is always the second weekend in July about half an hour west of Eugene. I've written a few words below with each photo about the fair and our experiences this year. For lots more photos please visit my Flickr set.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Deva Luna circa 2010
This year may have been our most beautiful display so far, anchored by the gorgeous painting of the Red Catfish with Animale in the background. Aside from Krista's dramatic painting Siren's Lament, which came out around the time of the BP oil spill, things were much the same as last year.
We were selling paintings and triptychs, prints and cards, stickers and magnets and sarongs and Krista's new book The Painted Tongue Flowers. To see more of Krista's work, check out her website Deva Luna.com
We had a wonderful crew this year, with Krista's folks and my niece Kaytea, Karen and Bruce and Zoe.
The weather was a little too hot, but after last years torrential rains and cold, we were all feeling grateful.
Water Fountain
We sell Krista's art at the fair. But there is art everywhere, offered free for the love of it. Every year there are more displays. Occasionally something is retired or goes away, but over all the fair just keeps getting better. This copper leaf drinking fountain caught my eye one morning.
Behind the Scenes
This is a view of our backyard, looking down from the loft. There's also space underneath the loft where we have our kitchen area and tables for eating.
We share an open back yard with our neighbors Mitch and Michelle, potters from Sisters, Oregon and their whole crew. Over these last 16 years or so everyone has come to feel like family, and this is one of the nicest things about doing the fair: family.
Phoenix Rising
Phoenix Rising sells cookies during the fair, but for breakfast they serve up scrambled eggs, pancakes and home fried potatoes. You load up your own plate and it's our old standby in the morning.
But Krista and her folks often walk out to the meadow where the tamale booth makes Eggs Benedict. There's very good coffee to be had at Dana's Cheesecake.
Even if you ate ten meals a day, I don't think you could sample every restaurant booth at the fair. And most of them are good. Some of them are incredible.
On Saturday I had a salad with grilled tempeh from the Sweet Leaf. That was my favorite meal this year. I was off on my own and I took my plate over to a table and ate with eight other folks, enjoying a spontaneous light hearted conversation with strangers.
Here are some of my faves: The Calzone booth, The Whole Enchilada, Get Fried Rice (we had an incredible bowl of soup there late Saturday night), The Quesedilla booth, Spanekopeta with Greek Salad, the tamale booth, the Peruvian food booth, Rising Moon Ravioli, and Che Ray's. There's also Nearly Normal's falafels, the Ring of Fire Thai and Indonesian food, Roll On Eggrolls, the pad thai booth, and Tempura just down the path. I'm sure this isn't even half of the food booths either.
It's always just a little sad for me at the end of the fair, realizing I'd missed out on one of my old favorites. You just can't do it all.
Bear Feet
I think it was eight years ago, something like that, when the jug bands began showing up at the fair. The first one I remember was The Kitchen Synchopaters up from New Orleans. The Inkwell Rhythm Makers were there early on and put on incredible Saturday Night shows down the path from us for several years.
After a few years there were more and more of them. We called it the invasion of the jug bands, and most all of them are pretty good. To me they seem like kissing cousins of the jugglers and vaudeville acts. Lots of old timey showmanship and unexpected virtuosity right there on the path.
Krista and I watched this band, Bear Feet, for a few songs. They don't have a washtub bass but the girls were very cute!
Kaytea on Saturday Night
Saturday night is a really big deal at the fair. Many folks end up at Main Stage watching the Midnight Show, which features abbreviated acts from most of the stage performers. A torchlit marching band leads the way down the path and opens the show each year, but we rarely go.
There are actually hundreds of scenes available with lots of live music and spectacle, and most years we do our part to add a little color to the path.
India likes to set up her wool dolls and sticker in the kid's booth and I put out white xmas lights and candle lanterns to help her sell. We have our gorgeous fiber optic butterfly mounted high up on the booth and this year we had beautiful red flower lights all along the inside top of the booth.
I also brought back the "ball of mystery" shown in this photo. I don't remember the actual name for this thing, and I'm too lazy to look it up right now, but you touch the glass ball and a purple beam of plasma arcs up to touch your finger. It's really really cool. Especially when you're out in the woods at night and tripping on any sort of psychedelic.
In the early days we were one of the few booths with electricity and so the ball was a huge hippy magnate. We'd enjoy watching the folks trip out on it, touching it with many different body parts and ooohing and ahhhing.
But after some years of this my friend Danny said "you know, that thing is the least trippy thing here at the fair". He was right, so I retired it for a while. It was great to have it back though.
We also had music this year. Karen brought her boyfriend Bruce Klein, a truly awesome guitar player and his playing attracted a number of awesome strolling musicians. There was some incredibly sweet music happening in front of our booth for most of Saturday night.
How awesome to just sit still in front of the booth (we were all very tired) and have the show come to us for a while. It was lovely.
Godzilla
Every morning, early, the trucks come around with their crews to collect the recycling, compost and garbage. Of all the wonderful trucks, Godzilla is king.
It seems that every year there is a new Godzilla doll mounted on the hood. And each doll has a costume and the costumes are amazingly detailed. One year one of the dolls shot out steam and made that trademark Godzilla screech.
This year there was a Little Bo Peep Godzilla clutching a felted wool sheep. For close ups of the individual dolls, check my Flickr site.
Our Target Market :: Fairies and Elves
Way back when we first began making our living as crafts people, we sold beautiful ribbon rose jewelry. We still have boxes of the stuff in our shed, not to mention the ribbon, findings and such. It was lovely and elegant and all, but most of our customers were conservative middle aged women. I mean no offense to conservative middle aged women, but it was a huge relief once we started selling Krista's art work.
Suddenly we were attracting a diverse crowd, men and women, all ages. It was heaven. I'll never forget our very first show, the UC Davis Whole Earth Festival, which is always Mothers Day weekend. A handsome black man, around 30 or so, saw Krista's Mother Power image and exclaimed "That's BAD ASS!. I'm getting that for my mom!".
Naturally it feels great when were selling stuff and making money, but the interactions we have with groovy and appreciative folks are very very nurturing.
Three Hill Tribe Skirts
These sweet women from southern Thailand wanted to get a photo with me. We had all gotten Hill Tribe skirts up in Chiang Mai. I wore this outfit all day Saturday and I must say, I was sacrificing comfort for style. It was a hot day and that shirt I'm wearing is really a jacket. My Akha crown is also rather heavy and hot.
I guess once a year I can bear it.
Extremely Cute Guy
Here's one for the ladies. There are so many beautiful people at the fair. I would have to say that most people become more beautiful just by being there, in the nurturing, rejuvenating atmosphere of uninhibited self expression.
On the Long Tom River
The Long Tom River wends its way through the fair, and on hot hot days it's hard not to imagine ploshing in the water. I actually remember way back in the early 80's, when I was first attending the fair, seeing some tripped out folks in the water.
Alas, it is rumored to be very polluted from agricultural runoff. Maybe 20 years from now it will be clean again and a sandy beach and water play will be an established part of the OCF.
Vaudeville at the Fair
Yet another thing I LOVE about the fair is the amazing abundance of jugglers and vaudeville performers (not to mention jug bands). These guys do amazing tricks, but even better, they are incredibly funny.
This year I only saw two shows: UMO and Charlie Brown. They were both high points.
As much as I love Northern California, we seem to have a shortage of these kind of folks. Maybe it just costs to much to live down here.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Pilot Project for Reuseable Plates
A few years back the fair began requiring all food booths to use stainless steel silverware, which is collected at the recycling kiosks and washed and returned to service. I can't even imagine how much plastic this has kept out of the landfill.
Rising Moon Ravioli has been a leader in this movement, providing real ceramic plates (with a one dollar deposit). They wash them right there. This cuts down on the massive number of single use paper plates tossed away or composted.
This year four more food booths joined the effort in a pilot project and cheap stainless steel plates were introduced. If all went well the entire fair might go this way.
This is the sort of thing I just LOVE about the fair. I was very excited to see the shiny silver plates and collection drums. I hope it works out.
Eileen's Ashes
One thing that marks this year was the scattering of our dear friend Eileen's ashes around the booth. This photo was taken directly after the ceremony and ash spreading on Friday morning.
Eileen was the wife of Jay Dravitch, who chose us to share his booth some 17 years ago, and then a few years later passed it on to Krista.
Eileen passed on last August after dealing with brain tumors. She was a leader in the Northern California Sufi community and her illness and death were an amazing spiritual journey for a great many people. We've missed Eileen and Jay these past two years and hope that Jay may return to us next year.
I think the reason we all look so happy in this photo is that Eileen was an intensely happy person, full of wisdom and mirth. In remembering her so clearly we were all uplifted.
The Long Walk Out to Registration
One of the real bummers at the fair, just in recent years, has been dealing with registration, which means getting our camping wristbands and the vehicle sticker that allows us to park.
It used to take about half an hour waiting in line. The past three years have averaged about two hours. And that's waiting in the hot sun, in a crowd of cross, irritated people, some of whom are trying to cut in front of others!
This year we decided to be there at 7am when they opened. It was supposed to be a very hot day and we were used to getting up early anyway. We actually arrived at 6:45am and there were 17 people ahead of us. Unfortunately they didn't really open at 7, more like 7:30. It was just slightly better than last year.
Turns out our booth mates Karen, Bruce and Zoe showed up about 4:30pm and had NO ONE in line ahead of them. They waltzed up and had their wristbands in minutes. I guess that's what we'll try next year.
The Oregon Country Fair
Well, it was a pretty good year, all in all. Sure the mosquitoes were terrible from all the late rains. And it was too hot on Sunday. And there was a roving band of hooligans making way too much noise Thursday night, which made it very hard to sleep. And little Eden Fay got sick and had her worst fair ever.
But still. What a magical celebration of creativity, joy and spontaneous expression. As my neice Kaytea put it "Just spent days dancing with fairies, mingling with goddesses, laughing with abandon, reveling in luxurious independence, exploring the Enchanted Forest, ogling the diverse beauty of humanity, grooving to a spectrum of soul-tugging music and being enmeshed in untold magic".
That about sums it up.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Deva Luna circa 2009
Well, I finally got some photos posted up on Flickr. You can see all 108 of them here (I recommend "slideshow view" if you have a few minutes, or detail view if you don't).
It was a bittersweet task, going through these images and working my photoshop magic on them. It sure looks good. It sure looks like we were having a ball!
This was a really hard fair for everyone, but it really wiped me out (as I've bemoaned below).
Sunday and Monday I was swearing up and down that I wouldn't come back next year, and I really meant it. Somewhere in my little brain there's a meter that measures WORTH IT - NOT WORTH IT. That meter was pegged most of the fair over on the NOT side. But you'd never know that from looking at these photos!
We've tried over the years to change how we do the fair, to make it less stressful and tiring. And we've had some successes here and there.
Maybe a radical overhaul in approach could get me enthusiastic to try again. Looking at the photos it's just too painful thinking about missing next year.
Anyhow, enjoy the photos...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Oregon Country Fiasco - The Whole Ugly Story
It wasn't all bad. Parts of Friday and most of Saturday were great. We actually did very well, sales wise, despite pretty much losing Sunday.
But it was bloody awful.
I'm about to complain, so you should probably stop reading this now.
First off, it was a very bad year for mosquitoes. Very bad. I'd bought an electric zapper tennis racket sort of thing and we put it to good use. Without that we'd have been totally miserable.
We arrived earlier than ever before, Tuesday morning, which was lucky because the big tree in our booth had come to lean on our loft, pushing it way out of kilter. I had to demolish some of our railings to free it up!
Later on, when we had to tarp for rain, the tree got even with me. Basically, it's impossible to really tarp our booth. The tree comes right up through the middle of our loft.
By Tuesday evening we were way ahead of the game, camp all set up and we went to bed early.
Unfortunately, other folks had other ideas. There seems to be a growing number of meth heads at the fair. At least this is my suspicion. They stay up all night, roving around and yelling. Unlike the giggling or awestruck folks on shrooms or acid, they howl and bray with ugly profane voices. I hate it. Despite very good earplugs, I lost a lot of sleep Tuesday and Wednesday nights. By Thursday there was enough other background noise to muffle their impact.
By Friday and Saturday nights I went to bed too late, and was too tired, to be woken up anyway.
Except now that I remember, on Friday it started raining just a little. Just enough to panic everyone and force us out of bed to tarp everything. We were up running around from about 2 to 3:30. No wonder I was so tired Saturday.
I am happy to report that sales were very good. Krista sold a small painting right off the bat on Thursday. She ended up selling at least one more painting, two triptychs and two hand painted purses. Her photo prints did especially well, which is very satisfying for her, since they represent her newer/newest work.
I think our display was the best ever (and that's saying a lot, since last year's was so good). Krista's work was so warmly and enthusiastically received by the fair communinty that it really got her charged up.
Eden and Zoe also did a great business with their stuffed toys and earrings respectively. India's sales took a while to get going and she wasn't very happy the first few days, but eventually she got her mojo back.
So registration is on Wednesday. That means a long trek out to the fields to get our wristbands. Last year Krista had a major bad trip when the fair had raised the cost of a teen pass without giving any notice. That meant waiting in line twice. The whole thing took two hours in the hot hot sun and Krista blew her circuits. So this year she was extra careful to avoid any similar problem, but guess what? Somehow Eden's pass wasn't paid for and we had to do it all over agian. We were in line for well over two hours, in part because the registration crew seemed to all be stoned off their gourds. It's hard to imagine how they could be any less efficient. Krista was so upset we had to stop and do some emergency tapping. It was just awful.
It wasn't just us either. Pretty much everyone was talking about how it took them hours to get their wrist bands. It used to be a 20 minute deal. What the hell happened?
Then a few hours later all of our crew and some of our neighbors (we share the back yard) all showed up at the same time. Our lovely little camp became a scene of horrible chaos for some hours, with jumbled luggage and bags of what not and tents going up left and right. Krista and I had to get the hell out of there! Unfortunately, my back was so sore it litterally hurt to walk.
I was able to book a massage the next afternoon with a very good therapist named Sarananda. I put up a sign on our wall and all day people kept reminding me to remember my appointment.
Even though we had our great crew, there were quite a few folks missing: Jay & Eileen, Jann & Kendra and Meredith & Steve to name a few. Even the Inkwell Rhythm Makers weren't around.
On Friday my lovely neice Kaytea showed up with her little baby Nalina. They were staying at Nancy's house and we got to hang out with them all weekend, which was great. I think it was much harder for Kaytea than she'd anticipated though!
By late Saturday it was looking like another happy exhausting fair. But then our traditional night time fun just never happened. We were all too tired to have much fun. Most of our crew went to bed by ten! Eden had a bad headache and had to be cared for. I ended up helping India sell the light toys she'd brought to make money for camp, which was okay, but no magical romp in the woods with my sweetie. Finally Krista got up from putting Eden to bed and we staggered off to the Ritz for a late night shower under the stars and a sauna. Possibly the high point of the fair for me.
And then Sunday came with black skies and thunder and soon it was raining in earnest.
In years past the fair would send a truck through dropping off strawbales and everyone would rush out and spread the straw around. Not this year. No straw, just a river of mud.
It got so bad that walking was very difficult. It was slippery and sticky and if you fell it would be a disaster. People began leaving in droves and still no straw.
Finally one truck came through with bales, but the guys on the truck were just tossing tiny handfuls off the back and laughing. It was obvious they were totally stoned or wasted on something.
My own anger grew and grew. I confronted as many staff people as I could find, even a board member. I kept getting different answers, all of them lame or nonsensical: straw may be contaminated with cow feces and poses a health threat. It will spread foreign seeds and ruin the ecosystem of the path. It will bunch up next time the river floods and cause serious erosion.
Meanwhile people were stuggling in the deep mud. Just getting to the porta-potties was a nightmare.
Sadly, my sister had flown up the night before to come out to the fair to visit us and Kaytea and Nalina. I saw her for maybe half an hour as I ran back and forth trying to deal with leaking tarps and water bubbles. We never even talked at all.
Strangely enough, even though it was raining, the day was cold. All day long we could see our breath! So we spent the day damp, or even soaked, in the cold. The only thing that kept hypothermia at bay was the need for constant work.
Finally around 8pm some vendors with handtrucks began breaking down the drum tower (which is all made of bales). Jerry and I carried a bale down to our booth. Within half an hour our whole stretch of the path was walkable again. Too late for the paying customers.
Meanwhile, all day long, we'd been struggling to keep Krista's work dry and our camping gear up in the loft dry. That meant using broom handles to carefully push out bulging pockets of water, catching drips upstairs in a five gallon bucket. I finally lost the battle upstairs.
I left to go pee and the rain became torrential. When I came back an enormous pocket of water had formed--at least ten gallons. Just as I reached it the plactic ruptured and it soaked our camping gear and cascaded down into the kitchen area below.
We slept in wet sleeping bags that night in a cast off tent (that actually collapsed during the night!) Even though it was leaky we were so exhausted we slept anyway.
Until 3am that is. The meth heads were back, just across the way with their witty banter and then a blaring radio. I had to get up and "ask" them to be quiet. They turned the radio way down right away and eventually left, so at least I didn't have to deal with belligerance. But I had way too many anger hormones already sloshing around my bloodstream.
Breakdown the next day was truly awful. Everything was damp and/or muddy and there was no place to put anything. And of course we couldn't bring in our vehicles. We'd have gotten stuck right away, or slewed into someones booth. But no worries, the fair has these 'gators' that pull trailers. That's how Krista's folks had gotten their stuff to the booth. We signed up early and set to packing up, which only took a few extra hours.
But no gators. There seemed to be no system at all to who they were picking up and they never did come for us. I suppose they'd have come the next day.
Instead we got garden way carts and took out about ten cart loads. Pushing a heavily loaded cart through thick slippery mud was a truly horrible experience. Our friend Karen declared it was just like the Middle Ages.
Most years we have the van all packed by about 10:30 or 11am. It took us till 5pm. We totally missed the barter fair. And I have rarely, if ever, been so exhausted.
If it's going to rain so be it, but we all felt the fair had totally let us down and made everything so much worse through mismanagement and bad decision making.
We got home yesterday evening, after a 9 hour drive through blasting heat. Today we've been washing our mildewed fabrics and laundry. We usually sit down and make a list of what went right and what needs improvement for next year. My heart just isn't in it and for the first time in 16 years I'm thinking only of taking a year or two off.
I'll be going through my photos soon, and I promise I'll post some happy ones.
rob
Monday, July 23, 2007
The Oregon Country Fair - 2007
A week ago this morning we were all up much too early, breaking down tents, packing up the duffle bags, pulling down the tarps and plastic that had kept the rain off. Monday at the Oregon Country Fair. There was a rushed, hectic energy. Karen, Danny and Zoe were planning to make it back in one day, as were Jerry and Joyce. They were all determined to get out as quick as they could and start their ten hour journey.
Krista and I had planned a more relaxed pack out, but I wanted Danny’s help pulling off the loft floorboards and rails to tuck them away for another year. So we joined in the mad scramble to get all of our junk out of the loft.
Jerry had brought their little car in early to pack it up and then they were off in a rush of hugs and see you soon’s or see you next year’s ringing out. Then Joyce was back, breathless and flustered. They’d got a flat tire! They’d only gone 50 feet! She was afraid Jerry was going to have a heart attack! So I helped them change it and off they went again. What luck!
Somehow Karen had scored a gardenway cart and soon they were all packed up and heading out. The eight was getting jammed up with cars and the food booths still open for breakfast had long lines. Once they left we took a deep breath and settled in to pack up. Krista had a nasty cold and just felt horrible. Luckily the girls were out at Barter Fair in the parking lot, with Vicky and Danny’s big orange van as their base camp. We hadn’t seen them for two hours, and could only hope they were having fun. Time to pack up.
That was a week ago this morning and 500 miles away from here. We rested up at Nancy’s house in Eugene, and didn’t come home ‘til Friday, but I’m still a bit tired, down in my bones.
I’m sure we’ll remember 2007. But I’m not sure just how we’ll remember it. This fair was a real mixed bag with some wonderful highs and some nasty lows and an overall wondering Is This Really Worth It? Most unusual for the Oregon Country Fair.
The lows were mostly about showing up too tired and worn out to ever really enjoy ourselves, actually dealing with illness, rain on Wednesday night, a hassle with our neighbor over fence lines, hassles with a fair official, getting separated Saturday night and very low sales on Friday and Saturday. Enough said.
Our sales Sunday were so good it turned out to be our best fair ever, financially. We also felt that it was our best display ever, with almost all original art and really excellent art too. We actually sold five painting, which is a record. We sold lots of sarongs, which made me happy. And all the prints and cards we sold made the van lighter for the trip back!
I’m pretty sure the girls all had their best fair ever. We had worked hard with India and Eden to have good stuff for them to sell. India needed to pay us for her Not Back To School Camp, so I helped her with a huge bottle cap magnet/jewelry project in the weeks before we left. She also had her stickers and lots of ‘gnomies’ (her felted wool dolls) to sell. And she sold them. She gave us $750 at the end of the fair! And she was still able to buy her own ice cream, cheesecake and some clothes at the Barter Fair.
More than the money though, it really feeds her to have a following. Every year more folks come looking for her. They love her gnomies and her stickers. She’s all set up in her little stand, especially at night with the Christmas lights illuminating her and her wares. She loves it. And this year, out at the Barter Fair, she was carrying around a basket of gnomies and was approached by some of The Kitchen Synchopaters. They wanted to trade with her for some CDs! Way cool.
Just days before we left home, we took Eden for a walk at the Santa Rosa Rural Cemetery, to collect sticks and moss, oak galls and such for making fairy furniture. This was really Krista’s inspiration and she set to with a little glue gun, helping Eden design chairs, a bed, lamps and tables and other very charming odds and ends to sell at the fair. We packed them carefully into a big hat box.
On Thursday morning she set it all out on Mitch’s empty counter and within 20 minutes had sold her most expensive piece, the bed, for $45! A woman bought it to use for a jewelry display in her store. Within an hour I think she’d sold most of the chairs too. Mind you, this is a day before the fair actually opens. She sold almost all of what she brought and along with her stickers made over $300. Pretty good for a 9 year old.
Luckily Zoe made lots of crocheted hats and water bottle holders to sell. I think Zoe made over $200. In years past Karen and Krista would take the girls over to the Starlight Velvet booth and buy them a nice velvet dress or skirt. We had told Eden we weren’t going to buy her velvets this year, so she went with Karen and Zoe and bought her own! It just so happened to be a shirt that cost $45, the same as the fairy bed she’d sold.
She got a lot of praise for doing this, from just about everyone around. I think it was a powerful experience for her.
In some ways Thursday has become our toughest day. Lots of folks arriving—Krista’s folks, Jay and Eileen and their niece Natalie, Mitch’s whole crew and all their boxes of pottery. Meanwhile we’re putting up our big signs, the lights, the tables and hanging all the paintings.
Hanging paintings is the worst. It usually involves standing on a rickety chair, holding the heavy drill driver with some screws in my mouth and having Krista tell me things like ‘no a little lower’ or ‘maybe move that one to the left a bit’, with paintings being handed up and down up and down until my head is dizzy.
This year I was hanging my first painting, up on the rickety chair, trying to get a screw into the wall, when I noticed my arms were shaking. I’m really not accustomed to shaking arms and took it as a sign of exhaustion.
Just then Steve Bush shows up and asks if we need any help. I almost wept. I handed him the drill driver and went to lie down in the loft. He and Krista did the whole thing, with some expert aesthetic guidance from Joyce. I think he may actually have enjoyed the experience, though that may be going too far. I was very grateful.
In a similar way, Danny took on a number of key projects—leveling a new tent site and the kitchen area, installing the rain plastic over booth (with thumbtacks!), and most vital of all, getting our loft secure from the imminent rain Wednesday evening. By the time we were done it was really raining too. Since we have a tree coming up through our loft area, this is a very challenging endeavor, which requires standing up on the wobbly loft rails about 14 feet off the ground, holding on with one hand while somehow getting the clamps over the plastic or tarps. I always feel Mr. Death looking over my shoulder up there, but Danny makes it look easy. I think he actually gets off on the challenge!
Meanwhile, the fair is getting rolling. By Thursday night there the fair family promenade is going by, relaxed and happy and fun. We’re selling a few cards and prints. Camp is all set up, the food booths are now open and life is good.
On Friday morning the public comes in, with their costumes, curiosity and enthusiasm. I enjoy these first waves of folk on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. They buoy me up! And when Krista and I are in the booth selling (on our shift) the appreciation for her artwork makes all the effort and struggle worthwhile. And when the appreciation becomes tangible through actual sales, especially of a painting, there is a kind of energy exchanged which really feeds me.
Meanwhile, there are parades, people in astonishing costumes, painted boobies, and there is music everywhere, people dressed to the nines, impromptu theater—the fair is magic. And I’ve got a bit of it captured in my photos. Check them out over on Flickr if you like.
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