Fragments From Floyd

The Floyd Festival, I gather from those there all day, was several orders of magnitude "more and better" than last year.

We arrived early at the small stage where the Fathers Day essays were to be read. One girl and one guitar were making music, and two small spontaneous interpretive dancers twirled as I sat down. One click of the shutter and they were off, spinning their imaginations, stage left, then right and gone, out the doors.