I thought there were no hills south of Brookesville. So it took me a minute to realize what exactly was different about the Historic Roser Park area of Saint Petersburg. My eyes were focused on the stream at first, until a sign told me I was in a ravine. I looked up and saw houses on hills, like San Francisco or somewhere like that. This was enough for the art festival to be a win in my book.
The festival was not crowded so we could amble in and out of booths at our ease. There were several photographers with booths there. I always like to check out the competition. As always I thought, if I just had my own booth...but if there were any money to be made from having a booth then surely the best photographers in the area would have booths as well?
Beyond the fine art on display were a good variety of crafts. I always find myself very interested in crafts, but never quite buying any. There were sculptured wooden bowls that could flatten by lowering their handles. I was impressed with the craftsmanship.
Not to spoil the secret, but under the heavy makeup is actually a friendly woman. Aya gave her a dollar tip and got a handshake from her, as well as two lollipops and for me this photo chance. She was good. I could not see her ribs moving at all. I would like to know what she thinks about to maintain her concentration? Maybe nothing? I should have tried to ask her.
HISTORIC ROSER PARK MAP