firme c.c.
I arrived early to a lot that was full, but there was a lethargy that feels available only in the hours before the sun or coffee have been able to clear the cobwebs of the previous evening.
As I make my way through the labyrinth of parked low riders and motorcycles, I find the owners making last minute adjustments to their vehicles.
The temperature and excitement seem to climb in unison.
-
The morning has quickly come and gone and an aggressive midday summer sun beats down and reflects against the asphalt, raising the temperature another ten degrees. Vendors walk the labyrinth of vehicles selling water and popsicles and beer and anything that might quench an insatiable thirst. Shade becomes of value and it's easy to see those that had planned ahead have now positioned themselves to be in the shade as the sun reaches its apex.
But no one minds.
It's simply the price of admission and, in some way, another collective experience.
-
It's late afternoon and the promise of a setting sun and a bounce contest are keeping spirits high. Music blasts from all directions. Dehydrated, creatively exhausted and full, I find myself looking for stories within stories. Looking to see differently than when I had first arrived, so many hours ago.
I see creativity.
I see tradition.
I see artists.
I see
community.
