k fed up

Here are two more recent shots of the bridge abutments with the mural nearly finished. The jelly jars on the east side were my mental milestone. Now that those are done, I can breathe easy and know that I did a good job raising the funds to pay for it, and we’re close to putting the sacrificial clear coats on just in case the 20-somethings who are angry that we painted over their tags follow through on their very vocal threat to tag this beautiful mural. The market runs right down between the two abutments and into the parking lots to the north and south, nearly 50 vendors deep. This is a market that started in 1992, long before local food was the buzz-phrase it is today, with five vendors. Just five years ago we had 15 and less than half the regular customer traffic that we have now. Over the past month we’ve seen hundreds of new faces at the market, and now after the great article in the paper, I’m sure we’ll see quite a few more. The day it ran, I had 17 phone calls from people asking about the market. 

This really and truly is my church.