I believe I've had enough festival frivolity.
After today, I'm swearing off organized fun for awhile.
Y'all are still free to go.
Emma and I drove up to White Springs for the Florida Folklife Festival. Since I'm BBQ'ing ribs and chicken tomorrow, we skipped the soul food booth and chowed down on Greek food. There's chicken, rice, and Greek Salad on that plate.
It was good and the Lime Fizz drink we washed it down with was exquisite.
If you said, "Hey FC, let's listen to a violin contest", I would roll my eyes and make a face.
Call it a fiddle and get some talented kids to saw on the strings however and I might stop and listen a bit.
I don't know how the fiddle contest turned out, but of the 3 great contestants I watched, this 13 year old girl was the most amazing.
Music of all kinds is a big deal at this festival. Not a big deal to me, but for the music lover this place is pretty sweet.
I believe it's probably the many music acts that make the price to enter so ridiculously high ... $25 per adult. Lucky me, at 18, Emma just squeaked in as a $5 kid.
In the traditional skills area, this guy was hand hewing lumber from rough logs. They were assembling a cabin front porch nearby from the hewn logs.
There were some amazing cowboy artists with paintings set in the palmetto prairies of Florida. I didn't photograph their paintings, but they were very impressive.
Next to a corral with cracker cattle and a cracker pony, was this cowdog lying in the mulch. I have a feeling he's a tough old guy. I wanted to stay and talk to him, but we had to move on.
These are the handmade net shuttles that Mr. Stuart Pacetti makes. He was busy making nets and talking to visitors when I stopped by his site the first time, but his wife gave us a great rundown on how he makes everything from the shuttles to the weights on the lead line of his castnets.
Emma and I had stopped by the net booth because we heard a fellow blogger, Hurricane Teen of The Minorcan Factor was going to be there with Mr. Stuart.
He was away from the booth for a few minutes when we first stopped by, so Emma and I went to get a bite to eat and then returned.
When we did, we found HT knitting away.
We didn't introduce ourselves, just said "Hi", took a photo or two, and quietly watched him working the shuttle.
He kept knitting as we stood there, then he looked up and said, "Are you Florida Cracker?"
I said, " Hey, Hurricane Teen, how ya doing?"
We talked for awhile and he let slip that he really recognized Emma first from her pics on Pure Florida.