More than the vendors is the feeling at the Festival. It's small, but it is totally local. There is no neon, there is no midway, there is no faceless vendor after faceless vendors from other states plying the same items as each other. Not that there's anything wrong with Fairs like those, I enjoy them myself. But I like knowing the money I hand over goes to local folks making a living at what they are selling. I like knowing the money for the baked goods goes to the clothes pantry, and the volunteers organizing the festival are people I work with.
It creates an atmosphere that even after four years of attending, still speaks the word "home".
Here are some photos. I deliberately didn't take many of the people, but of scenes.
A clown that wasn't too scary. But I still used a telefoto lens...
Ahhh! Good eats!
There was a vendor who did these crazy things with hair. All the kids walking around with hair like this were really cute!!
Pretty jewels...ah, sorry, distracted by the glinting there for a minute...
Pickles! Lots of them! Calling Aunt Bee...These pickles looked really good though.
My friend Richard from church. He is a volunteer Fireman. I worked with Richard in the Good News Club at school last year and now I work with his wife every Wednesday night teaching kids at church. Good people.