Some friends and I decided on the spur of the moment to visit the Chatsworth Cranberry Festival last Sunday. Eastbound down 532 we were stopped by a line of cars stretching westward out past the lake. After about 20 or 30 minutes we made it to the official parking field and paid our five dollars.
Below are some random pictures from the 30 or so that I shot at the festival. One of the busiest areas was the Valenzano tent, where they were selling wine and offering tastes.
Looking East along 532 toward the intersection. Vendors were crammed onto every square foot of ground that wasn't occupied by asphalt, or a state police cruiser.
I guess people like to buy these pictures of celebrities, but it didn't seem like they were doing a very brisk business while we were there.
Who are you looking at, son?
Everything that you could bake a cranberry into was available at one booth or another.
Apparently Piney Princess was signing books... or something. I didn't bother to go find her, but if I had I would have asked why the hell she spray paints her name on stuff in the woods.
I didn't bother getting a kiss, because I have dogs that will kiss me for free, whether I want them to or not.
Holding down the front end of a fire engine in case the wind picks up.
Mmm, my favorite area of the festival. I had sausage and peppers, while my friends had Gyros and burgers.
Just a colorful shot of a vendor booth.
A shot of the Lionel Blue Comet in the front hall of the White Horse Inn. We ran into a fellow named Stan who talked about the revival of that line as a gambler's special to AC, something he felt was going to happen.
And that's a nice segue into my next post!
Below are some random pictures from the 30 or so that I shot at the festival. One of the busiest areas was the Valenzano tent, where they were selling wine and offering tastes.
Looking East along 532 toward the intersection. Vendors were crammed onto every square foot of ground that wasn't occupied by asphalt, or a state police cruiser.
I guess people like to buy these pictures of celebrities, but it didn't seem like they were doing a very brisk business while we were there.
Who are you looking at, son?
Everything that you could bake a cranberry into was available at one booth or another.
Apparently Piney Princess was signing books... or something. I didn't bother to go find her, but if I had I would have asked why the hell she spray paints her name on stuff in the woods.
I didn't bother getting a kiss, because I have dogs that will kiss me for free, whether I want them to or not.
Holding down the front end of a fire engine in case the wind picks up.
Mmm, my favorite area of the festival. I had sausage and peppers, while my friends had Gyros and burgers.
Just a colorful shot of a vendor booth.
A shot of the Lionel Blue Comet in the front hall of the White Horse Inn. We ran into a fellow named Stan who talked about the revival of that line as a gambler's special to AC, something he felt was going to happen.
And that's a nice segue into my next post!
