Bramley Blackfriar, 9" x 12" acrylic on wood panel
Over the hill,
on Thornbury Bend,
Lived the jackalope Blackfriar
and his lovely lady friend.
A cobbler by day,
'til the wee hours of night,
Crafting the finest of shoes
with all of his might.
The most humble of gents,
with the finest of taste;
Ever on the run,
without a minute to waste!
Always well groomed,
where ever he goes -
Not a hair out of place
betwixt his manicured toes.
With his favourite suit on,
reservations at eight -
Tea and cakes with Edwina,
he musn't be late!
to be continued (with Miss Edwina, of course!)...
Happy Tuesday!
County Fair
Hello, Hello!
Last week while visiting my mom, we ventured to the county fair. Some folks go for the rides, I just go to look at them! Well, the lights, that is. And the food. Cotton Candy. Carmel Apples. Funnel Cakes. Elephant Ears. Larger than Necessary Corn Dogs. Fudge. And all sorts of other stuff that is so fantastically bad.
Unfortunately, the fair seems to have lost that old bit of nostalgic goodness. Well, maybe it is still like that in smaller towns. Old fashioned hometown carnivals, the kind with fire-engine red rides and bright lights. And ride attendants who don't look like they just walked out of prison, yikes!
I suppose they've retained a bit of old-timeyness with the tantalizing snake girl, and various side show freaks du jour. I recall stepping inside some of those well travelled tents when I was a child, probably some of which have provided me with life long nightmares (that I never really knew what caused them!). Good times, however!
xo
