I remember only the good things
Like this poem I saw when we enter the arena to see more of the crafts they are selling at the festival.
The hair of this kid and his ice cream when I was about to take pictures of the mascot and the little girl.
The plastic flower ornament infront of the once a sleepy shop.
The fund drive for Haiti.
This old man wearing a clown suit and was making the children happy with his baloon creation. He actually smiled and waved at me when he realized that I was taking a photo of him, and so he became one of my favorites at the Elmvale Maple Syrup Festival.
The huge booksale at the library. All book sale are at a dollar price. I heart this library so much.
And this man serenading the book lovers while perusing on the book sale.
And they are my favorites, the good things I will remember. I experienced all of them at the Elmvale Maple Syrup Festival last Saturday. They are also the reason why I want to visit all the festival of all small town nearby.
Their arts, their culture and all little things.
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Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
By the way, cute photos… nice mood and colors.
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I love the poem that you just shared on this post. “Because of the girl we exist”. Indeed, yes, I will not be here in this so called earth if my mom never existed. Great post!
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