Fairhope. Another trip. Actually this is the end of D's and my trip and then some images from Nikki's and my trip a few weeks later. The second trip involved a side road excursion to "Sweet Home Farm Cheese". All trips to Fairhope should involve this side trip. One caveat...(I think that may be the first time in my life that I have used that word) is they keep odd hours. And they adhere strictly to them. We arrived about 3 minutes after closing. And they were closed. That is why I got so many pictures of the cows. They were willing and almost happy for the company.
|"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ G.K. Chesterton
These are all taken at our home. Mostly in my kitchen window. Except for the brown jug. It sits in the corner of my front porch.
Home...is a song that I absolutely love. Maybe listen to it while you look at my pictures. It makes me smile. It makes me feel good. It makes my toes tap. There will be a little 30 second piece of it waiting to be played after you click the 'read more' link.
|"Bloom where you are planted"|
One of my favorite spring events...the Fairhope Arts & Crafts Festival. The day was warm and the sun was shining. And the vendors were out in full force. Last year we were in Pensacola for a little trip looking for jobs, homes, and just getting to know the area again. It just happened that it was during the art festival, so we made the lovely drive over to Fairhope to the 57th annual festival. But, this post is about this year's art festival!
|"I dream my painting and I paint my dream."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Vincent Van Gogh
These are just images. Taken at no particular event. No special festival. Just photographs of around and about Pensacola.
This is taken in the historical district of Pensacola. The older homes are beautiful...as is the neighborhood. I loved this old wrought iron fence. And it had the remains of Mardi Gras. One lone strand of beads.
|"If no tourists came, we'd still have Mardi Gras. Mardi Gras is a state of mind."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Ed Muniz
Oh. How I love that song. Otis Redding for those of you that don't know. And if you don't know, you are really missing out. It is a great song. I'm sad that his career ended shortly after doing that song. As a matter of fact, "(Sittin' On) The Dock of the Bay" was recorded only three days before Redding's death. I could of loved him for a long, long time.
On to my little Otis tribute. My dock in these photos (except for one...which is the Penascola Beach Pier) is behind Joe Patti's Seafood. It always has that real ocean smell. And is usually quiet. I like walking on it and taking pictures of whatever happens to be there that day.
|"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Sir James Matthew Barrie
I love a flea market. Not to be confused with a farmers' market. Completely different in a similar sort of way. This is from a Saturday morning last month. Lots of junk. Good junk. This flea market is the T&W Flea Market in Pensacola. Every Saturday and Sunday.
|"All of you cowboys, fight for your land."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Woody Guthrie