the art show . . .

the first weekend in November you can always find us at the art show.  always.  especially considering it was downright chilly and spitting from the heavens.  but it wasn't anything some curly fries and a sausage/onion/pepper hoagie couldn't cure:

I'm sad to say, the art was pretty much the same old, same old, except for the man who drew with dirt and only dirt:

good thing he liked all things brown on brown.

And then there was the wood carver.  A man after my own heart.  You can see why here:

 and again with Hired On:

 and Pressure:

This guy just cracked me up.  The end.