Strolling the Park City Art Festival

Except for the first two summers of the pandemic, we missed very few Art Festivals, if any. It’s almost a rite of summer and this year wasn’t exception. 

So last Friday evening we strolled into Old Town and can now declare that “The more things change, the more they stay the same…” 

Lots of paintings, etching, photographs and the usual sculptures that require more wall space and sometimes huge ones that we sure don’t have. We didn’t see anything so cool and affordably priced that we couldn’t resist buying.

Sure, I loved these steel animals that bob their heavy heads into a breeze, but the $14,000 price tag for a small moose that I’d love to see in our backyard made me quickly dismiss the thought of ever owning it. 

So we went up and down our beloved Main Street, Park City, stopped for a beer to take a short break and with our heads overfilled with images, and and sounds we returned home for dinner. See you next year!