Goats in appropriate materials.
Smiling faces, even the cyclops.
Feet, some of which may have been as sore as mine.
And two gutsy singers.
The Arts Festival here is always interesting, sometimes more than others. The heat is always an issue, though. Today, it sucked away what little energy I had. And my old Tivas rubbed my toes red. The pottery booths failed to have any mugs to my taste. I only saw two pieces I would like to have possessed, but not at the prices asked. A change from earlier, when I dreamed of having the income to have art in our home. Now, I don't really want anything, save what I use daily that is well made. We have a bit of art, made by a friend, that we have not put up in this place. But we are preferring the clean walls and lack of fuss.
Not to mention the orange juice and soda with lime over ice. Hydration. Ahhhh.