Music Festival

 
Tammy and I used to go to a music festival in the Summer.  One of the highlights for several of those festivals was a favorite group of ours, the Choir.  While the picture above is not from that music festival, it does feature the Choir during an indoor concert in the Twin Cities.  

But, I digress...

So, we took several trips in August to Cornerstone Festival in Bushnell, Illinois.  Our interest waned as we moved further away from that destination and the number of people attending the festival made it feel a bit too crowded for our tastes.  And, of course, once we started the Genuine Faux Farm, there wasn't a much chance we were going to add that trip back to our schedules in the middle of the growign season.

In any event, it was a festival that included a campground area, a pond and some lightly wooded areas to go with the open fields.  Multiple tents were set up for a wide range of concerts and activities.  The headlining artists would play at the more permanent stage constructed in a bowl of land that worked as a natural amphitheater.

Thousands of people pitched tents and camped on sight so they could go to various concerts held throughout the grounds over a period of four to five days.

What struck me about the whole thing is that people would sang whenever they wanted, but they never did sing.  Kids ran all over the place, but they would never run.  People spoke with each other, but they never did speak.  We ate our food, but didn't eat. 

Finally I figured it out.  Everywhere people went it was past tents.

Well, I suppose I must be going now.  You know what "they" say.  Time flies like an arrow.  Fruit flies like a banana.