Another group that I saw at the nowhereelse festival is Ben Sollee. The group was him, his cello, and a drummer. And oh, my gosh, could they fill the tent with music! And he used that cello in all sorts of ways.
So here is his song about heroes and heroines: Cajun Navy.
My weekend at the Nowhereelse Festival would have delighted any frog. It rained nearly the whole time. I had a rental car, a tent and sleeping bag, and all of the music was in a much much bigger tent. I frogmarched back and forth from my small tent in a field, to the music venue, the volunteer tent and the food trucks. By the time I packed up my tent on Monday, the field was no longer absorbing water and it was 2-3 inches deep within a few feet of my tent. I hoped I would make it to the airport and not get caught by flooding roads. The fields and ditches were flooding but I was out before the roads were too bad. Whew.
The first photograph is the storm rolling in Saturday morning. The second is my tent from inside the rental car. WET.
For yesterday’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: frogmarch. If there is a frogmarch, there must be a frogseptember too, right?
This tent looks like it has a flounce along the upper edge. I spent the weekend at the Nowhereelse Festival, camping in Ohio. The music is fabulous, hosted by Over the Rhine, and the Ohio rain was very impressive. I took the lightest camping gear I could, since I arrived by plane and rental car. My tent and sleeping bag stayed dry inside. Outside everything was sopping. I went barefoot for most of the three days except in the pokey field bits, and then I wore water slippers. None of my shoes would have stayed dry. I bought the slippers for indoors, but they are great in heavy rain and easy to take off when I was back on the grass.
Here is the tent in the evening, with clouds piling up.
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Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - Flüchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflüchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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