We always manage to go to the Watermelon Festival in Carytown, but we never seem to have a good time. It's way too hot and way too crowded. And I really feel for the dogs who pant incessantly and have to walk the hot black pavement. Our strategy is to arrive early, walk down one side and up the other and then get the hell home. I managed to snap a few photos, but there was little inspiration this year.
Vanessa of Sweet Cheeks and the dark and cool Byrd Theatre where a band was setting up and donations were being collected.