With bat phone in hand, I headed down to the city to meet Tam and Roberta X. for the Broad Ripple Art Fair. With temps in the 80's by 10 am, with high humidity, it was going to be a warm one. So we grabbed our little point and shoot cameras, sunscreen and hats and headed out. Roberta was on her bicycle, Tam and I were in the German Roller Skate with the top down and Rage Again the Machine on the radio (not that a tall blond and redhead in a Z3 with that playing loudly would draw ANY attention in Broad Ripple).
Tam got us all our tickets (thanks Tam!) and soon we were inside. ARTSPARK!
First the ground rules, no shooting any mimes. Tam informed me that in Texas there is no season as they're considered pests but I had to remind her that up here the season is limited AND you need a silencer.
Me - Come On Tam.
There were probably two hundred booths with everything from pottery to metal art to fabric art. The variety was amazing, the talent, impressive.
This caught my eye.
As did this key holder, by the same artist, which Tam and Bobbie ended up going back and buying.
There's always food at the fair. Gee? What to order?
Ah, but we went for the gyros, the smell of the cooking meat and onions proving too much.
There were also booths with food to purchase, canned goods (mmmm candied jalapenos) and Bobbie was looking at some Amish popcorn (don't forget the Shaker Salt to go with it).
I bought something at the woodcrafters place (no, not the train) for a loved one, and a big print of The Milkyway of Galactic Center by John Chumuck, whose photographic work has been in many a magazine.
I wanted to buy a bunch of this, but it was a bit out of my budget. Still, extraordinary leather work.
After a few hours, we were definately warm and our legs were getting a bit sore (between motorcycle wrecks and "labs on ice!" I think we have one good knee between us)
So we headed back towards Roseholme Cottage. Say, the path takes us right by BRBP and I don't know about you but I am THIRSTY AND I'm not on standby any longer.
Bobbie went on ahead to home on the bike and Tam and headed out on the walk back towards the Pub. It was hot and humid and as we got closer, I started slowing and wandering off the straight line in the trail. Tam is behind me saying "stay on target. . .stay on target" and soon we were at the Brew Pub.
As the sun dipped in the sky it was time to say goodbye at Roseholme Cottage to everyone, and of course, Huck the Cat. Come on Huck, come out and give me some love. . .