
This morning, Mackenzie, Clare and I headed downtown for Rochester's
ARTigras. We were hoping to hear some music and maybe see a ballroom dance presentation.
Hmmm. Well . . . we got downtown and realized that there was also a city marathon going on. We paid for special-event parking (when we could have just parked for free in the ramp), and then headed for the ballroom dance event. It wasn't exactly what we were expecting. (Clearing throat, here)--there were three couples ballroom dancing in their street clothes and they had all-of-two observers. I guess the city of Rochester wasn't informed about
ARTigras. We decided to head back to
ARTists village in the park behind the Civic Center. There were about 30 tents/booths set up with local artists selling jewelry, pottery, paintings, all kinds of hand-crafted items. But there weren't a whole lot of shoppers.
I feel sorry for artists. They spend hours and energy creating, but in the long run, often I think it's the act of creating the art is the reward, and unfortunately not many will appreciate the finished product. I felt bad skipping past booths. Perhaps out of pity, I made a purchase at a jewelry booth, a gift for Kevin's mom for her birthday.
One happy discovery we made was the goose outside of the public library. Bird as Bard, Shakespeare themed. Apparently the Rochester Arts Council is sponsoring
The Goose is Loose. Since Rochester is famous for its overabundant population of geese, they're having a fun contest. Artists have painted the statues of geese and we can go see all of them and then pay to vote for our favorite online. Well, I don't have to see any more. My favorite is the Bird as Bard! Up in
Brainerd where my sister lives they did this last year with
Paul Bunyan's ox, Babe. Pretty cool.
I love to feel like I'm part of a community--go to the parades, the festivals, local theatre, all that kind of thing. But it seems like in a city as big as Rochester, we have too many choices. And so people, including me, don't show up for a lot of things. That's kind of sad isn't it? When we lived in Dayton when Kevin was in the Air Force, we spent five years there acting like tourists--we went to EVERYTHING, and that was a lot of fun! Maybe we need to pretend we're tourists here at home.
Next Friday night is the last night of the summer for
The Movie at the Barn. They're playing The King and I. Maybe we'll go. Hey, maybe we can all go! Bring your lawn chairs and popcorn!
Kenzie, Clare, and I did have a very nice morning out with gorgeous weather and a pleasant time visiting with the locals and seeing the passion they have for the arts. Bummer--I just realized we missed the storyteller at the
amphitheatre this afternoon!