When last we met I was hoping for a dry day at the market. My hopes were dashed around 1:00 when suddenly it began raining, and do I mean raining. A mad rush ensued. Fortunately for us, about a year ago, we found some plastic tubs that we could fit the prints in, however, I store them outside the back of the tent. Rushing around to get everything inside the tent, I dropped the sides down which Mr. Bruce had fortuitously attached in the morning. All of the canvases and prints came home dry. The tent and sides however, spent the next 6 hours in the garage with a fan blowing at max speed to dry them out. It was a big rain my friends.
All was not lost, however, because before the arrival of the monsoon, I had some visitors. This is Matt Stromberg's Mom who came to say goodbye before returning to Seattle.
Prior to her visit, a woman stopped to look at the walls, complimenting what she saw which was sweet. Well, it got sweeter yet because she told me in her town there was a fantastic image that she just knew I would want to photograph. She even gave me the address. After drying off from the rain mess, I saw I had a message from her on fb. Actually I did not even know her name, but she knew mine. A series of messages went back and forth about the location, and after seeing her version of the image, I just knew I had to go there and take one for myself.
Now, generally, I am not one to be all excited about driving in the rain, but in this instance, I felt sure it would add to the photograph, so around 8, Monday morning, with travel hot tea in hand, along with a bowl of bing cherries, I set off. Did I mention it was raining?
Well, there's more. Following breakfast she insisted we go to a nearby art studio where some women she knows were making art. All three of them were just delightful, and it was a real treat to meet them and observe their work. On our way, Maria pointed out yet another from the same person who stenciled the first image. Did I mention it was still raining? Taken through my window....
Talk about a generous soul. The thought of quitting the market is never far from my mind, but it is this sort of thing that keeps me going and going and going....
I drove around the little downtown before leaving, and I swear, every small town I go to in Florida has a version of this sign!
Mackay Gardens and Lake Preserve. The article linked, in case you are interested, gives a bit of the history, but essentially Mr. Mackay, a Scotsman, was the founder of the citrus industry in Polk County, building this house in 1917.
Lake Alfred has a total area of 8.6 square miles, 3.7 of which are water! The other fun fact I just learned is that it was founded by snowbirds from Fargo, North Dakota who originally named it the same. Apparently the Post Office would have none of that because of mix-ups with the city of Largo who claimed that name first.
So, on the property there is this structure, of which I cannot fathom it's original function.
The drive home was much more manageable as I mentioned. This fellow was in front of me for quite some time. Do you think that bike ever gets used?
The glass is always half full, (except after a dreary week!)
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