Visiting Cornhill

Since it's been pretty sweltering, I decided to go downtown to visit the Corn Hill Arts Festival early on a Sunday morning. Fortunately, I found street parking in the shade and was there in plenty of time to walk through the show early. Glancing through the program, I only recognized about two exhibitors, when I did the show, back in the day. The rest were all new. I was fortunate enough to receive several awards over the years while doing this show, so it held positive memories for me. What I did notice is that there were many more sponsors in this show and those sponsors also had plenty of informational booths scattered frequently between the exhibitors. That gave the show a completely different vibe. Sponsors are important to support a show, such as "for profit" agencies, and businesses selling replacement windows, bathtub enclosures, health care options, Etc. But it seemed quiet commercialized. I am pretty positive that the sponsors support the need for insurance, security, Police, and EMT's that is required with these events. Most likely due to the prevalence of attacks, or terrorism, they have really ramped up security everywhere, driving up costs. In any case it felt more like a community event, rather than an art show. I had a nice conversation with the people that I did know, and decided to purchase a coffee table book that reviewed 40 years of the Corn Hill Arts Festival. That was my souvenir.

I went back to Powder Mill Park, this time finding a spot to enter the creek. The creek was between 1 and 3+ ft with clean, and cool flowing water. I used a downed tree to support my walk in, and plopped myself down, as if I were in a spa. It was truely refreshing, and it was pretty remote. It was so hot, that I didn't care if there were frogs or fish, as it was all good, in the desperation to cool down.

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