|Elvis food at Festival (no longer In the Park) today.|
|Jacob Seale (12) belted "Up a Lazy River" with Sinatra-like grace and a fine voice.|
|Jacob has a crush on one of these Miss Mona's dancers, I'd bet ...|
|... or maybe one of these dancers.|
|I use old windows like this for some of my own photos (and they sell).|
|This is Festival's authentic carny look.|
|OK, Dave, I'll get the doughnuts, you cuff the perp.|
|Somewhere, they're protesting Monsanto; where are the protesters for this health food?|
|Dave Schmitzer draws Emma (13) and Olivia (8) Tingle.|
|Strolling through the crowd at Festival.|
|That's a bank of portable potties behind this group of eaters.|
|Little girl looking for her mama through the bouncie window.|
|Next door, a kite flew in the park.|
(I will note here, parenthetically, that it was not wise to simply re-name this festival Festival, since Roanoke has a dozen or so festivals--not necessarily Festivals--to choose from and the first question when you say, "Hey, let's go to Festival," will be "Can you be a little more specific?")
Your favorite editor is a bit worse for the wear, too, forgetting, as he did, to load a disk into his camera with the wide angle lens and taking a bunch of really fine photos that went nowhere, and so neither of us gets to see them.
Here's what we found on a beautiful Sunday afternoon--with a longer lens--and my favorite, I think, was young Jacob Seale's lounge singer version of "Up a Lazy River" on the main stage.
It appeared to me that there were only a fraction of the craftsmen in attendance this year and I can see why. The bad food was in plentiful supply, though. That always seems to be the case.