One of my favorite things to do at the fair is wander the Great Hall of Art. (Not the actual name, but roll with it ’cause I’ve forgotten.) It’s a giant room, one half of which is filled with photography, the other with paintings. Naturally, we stay on the photography side. Because we’re snobs like that.
It’s mostly amateur photography with just a couple of walls reserved for professional work. And everyone is local.
This is one of the pros. I love it. But if I get started on how I feel about tattoos, we’ll be here all night.
I could seriously wander around and look at these pictures all day. In fact, I’m sure I’ll be back in here roaming around before the week is through.
And then I stumbled upon this:
I have no idea who took this photo, but does it look familiar? It should. (Well, for the one or two of you that have been hanging around since December.)
I took this photo. Which means we were at the beach on the same day! (It had to be the same day. There’s no way those funky crop circles in the sand would have survived overnight.)
And I took this picture of the sunset.
See?! Totally the same night. Which means that whoever took the photo of the pier was one of those “real live photographers” I was watching on that cold December night while munching on warm, candied almonds. (Mmmm. Those almonds were AMAZING.)
I’m totally feeling a connection right now. With someone I’ve never met. I love when that happens.