Lewiston Art Festival is an annual juried fine arts show that has recently featured RAIN each year. This year, it was a monsoon. These pictures are from Erie County, south of our location.
I had a live connection to weather radar & it seemed that the narrowest part of the storm was headed our way. No problem there, Carl said 'It'll rain in 15 minutes' & I said, 'No, probably in five'. At that moment a bucket of water landed on me, my book, chair, etc & we jumped into the tent with our gear. Three walls were already safe & down, the fourth was clipped open. Several strangers-and friends- joined us as torrential rain beat on us, the roof & the tree over our heads. As the wind kicked up, Carl unclipped the fourth wall & we were zipped inside, velcroing all corners & battening hatches. We could hear the storm results in other tents & it did not sound good.
Oops, my internet connection went down, so I had no idea where we were in this storm. All the things on the floor had to be lifted, the table was soaked, prints cards & calendars were wet, and plenty of frames were also sprinkled. Fortunately the towel was large enough to salvage these things.
Nardene Bradt, at the back of the tent mentioned she was glad to be wearing jellies & we all realized that the water was rising, it eventually came halfway into the tent from the curb, Carl's shoes & socks never did dry. Richard Bradt is a lifeguard so we had some security. There was also a a small dog-shaking like a blender-a stroller & assorted others. Dollie, Carolyn & Jason Mallo were with us for awhile & we had a visit from Laurene Buckley as well.
Everything was just peachy until the storm really hit us-I thought it should be over by then-the local power was out, with amazing wind-we all grabbed tent parts- blowing rain, and simultaneous thunder & lightning. It was just scary, until it was mentioned that we were actually under a tree, in a metal frame tent-standing in serious water. Then it was REALLY scary.
Half hour later, it stopped although the thunder continued for an hour. Many artists had a great deal of damage & half of them packed & left. I didn't relish trying to pack the wet tent & decided to let the breeze dry us out a little.
Then the sun came out-the public returned-& it became a regular festival day, except that it had been downright weird while it was storming.
The artist tell the truth about the rainy art festival in Lewiston! With one addition, I was terrified by the time we were helping to hold down the tent!
ReplyDeleteWhen the rain cleared enough to walk easily with an umbrella, we strolled back to our car and the dry comfort of home.
It was sad to see so many artists already packing up or gone.