EdgeofGloria

I didn't take as many pictures of people this year as I did last year. Not sure why. I went downtown three times, and mostly during the evening, when it was just a tad bit cooler, and presumably the first shifters had changed clothes to come down and party. The last night of the festival was a wonderful night. I saw six people I knew, the weather had cooled off, and a lot of the city came out in full force. I think there might have been an accident, because it seemed like a bunch of people rushed over to Clinton Street. Then, I saw a couple of cops talking to a guy, and they said it was starting to get rowdy so they might want to think about leaving. I love bright, colorful lights and people watching and I was considering going back to Food Alley for one last time, but I've spent way too much money over the past few days, so I didn't. This year was a bit different in the sense that someone asked me to take their picture, and I saw one dude who was the best dressed of any ...

Just in case you didn't know. As seen in the handicapped Porta Potty across from Food Alley. It's the one furthest to the east, northwest from Club Soda across the parking lot. I didn't paint this, but if I had, I'd have put an accent mark on the I. Sticky stuff they put on Headwaters Park wall so you won't sit there. What has two thumbs and dislikes Vera Bradley merchandise? This girl! For me, this year's OMG fried delicacy was the deep fried Bun bar. It really WAS good, but without going into too much detail, I really can't eat this stuff anymore and expect to have clean undies after a half hour or so. The Spastic Air Dancers may seem frightening, but they are harmless. Here they are dancing with joy upon seeing such a glorious moon. A little abstract art, courtesy of a midway ride. The bridge people complain about because at times it displays a rainbow, which means gay people (but not leprechauns. Why?). I've seen this bridge ...