This blog reporter can sum up the first day of the 2006 Salem World Beat Festival in one word: hot! I’ll add some additional verbiage, but will let my photos do most of the talking.
Longest line was at this booth. Not surprising.
By contrast, this booth was deserted. Truthfulness, benevolence, and forebearance isn’t a big draw compared to shave ice.
The spinning bunny is at the festival every year. I like his (or her) mellow attitude.
Sadly for the main stage performers, Oregonians weenie out when it hits the mid 90s. Colores del Alma played some nice World Beat music and deserved a bigger audience.
The amphitheatre “crowd” reminded me of cows huddled under the only bit of shade in the pasture. Laurel and me were part of the herd.
We got to see some hair that usually isn’t par for the Salem scene. Nice.
Even nicer: some spontaneous belly dancing. Damn that hat.
I call this shot “Dancing in the shade.” Maybe Bruce will pick up on the title and write a song about it.
The Willamette River looked cool and inviting—an underappreciated side of Salem.
Oregonians know how to make use of their umbrellas on a cloudless hot summer day.
Leaving the festival, we were forced to engure a view of the butt-ugly Boise Cascade building that provides such an architecturally disastrous transition between downtown Salem and the riverfront. When the military gets back from Iraq, I’ve got an idea for how to dispose of several 500 pound bombs.
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