The Art Fair

Sun shiny day;free after lock down. White tents in rows,flags waving,smells lifting,and the music plays. The search begins; for that perfect piece. Tent by tent;a smile and a nod. “I like that.”“It’s beautiful.”“How much?” Move along;the hunt goes on,for that piece that speaks,and sings. That local art,that awakens,something within. That beauty,that demands to come home.Continue reading “The Art Fair”