Oregon Country Fair, 2016

Where the world is truly a dream, complete with philosophically-speaking moss-covered trees, mouths wide and wise, giant people giraffes arched and lumbering languidly, 20-foot tall blond-haired fairies in crinoline skirts sprinkling fairy dust down upon our heads, toddlers with curly lime green hair kicked back in wagons pulled by dancing fairgoers, where every shape and size of human being, clad in a cacophony of costume styles from “nothing,” to beautiful unicorn-wigged women, a man’s man bearing bear-bottle glasses and pink Hawaiian hula skirt, and every assortment from the earliest historical period to present day. Even “normal” took on an Alice-in-Wonderland” essence.

A menagerie of our wildest fantasies. When Woodstock happened, in ’68, Joni Mitchell was not w her lover, Graham Nash and his band at Woodstock due to some snafoo. She wrote the quintessential song t capturing the essence of that moment. Sometimes being there is the sum of the experience, while others can ride the edges and write the most provocative, evocative, complete summary of a moment’s beauty sheerly observing, feeling, and ultimately connecting as one upon the ethers that only love and its companeros make possible.

Kat

9 July 2016