Luna Park San Jose 2014.

Luna Park was yesterday. For some reason I thought it was a two day thing because often these chalk art festivals are. Luna Park isn't and I was pretty bummed. So we planned to go out today and see if there was anything left to photo. Everything isn't as bright as it might have been, but I still got some stuff for you.

Last year will probably always be my favorite Luna Park. It started to rain just as I was getting there. And everyone was leaving, but I was running in to get anything I could. And it was pouring buckets. I could hardly keep my lens clean. Somehow I found the chalk running in the rain beautiful. It made the temporary-ness seem even so more temporary. It still makes me happy when I think about it.

When we heard we might get rain a few days ago, I hoped there would be a rainy Luna Park repeat. But it wasn't to be.

Palo Alto Chalk Art.

The shade was trying to eat this piece.

Tomorrow never comes. Part 2.

Part one here.

Tomorrow never comes.

There is something about me that loves that so much effort is made, for so few people to see, for such a short amount of time. This was at the San Ramon Art in the Park festival. Obviously I only went for the chalk art.













Part two here.

All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain

There is something I love about the imperfections of life. The original plan for today was to get breakfast, then go to Cupertino, and wind up at the Luna Park Chalk festival in San Jose mid afternoon. The art is more done by then. We got on the road about noon and it was balls out raining. Mr S I said - we better swing by Luna Park and see what their plan is. I was looking at the vapor loop last night and didn't think we would get much rain from this storm, but I knew those guys must be shitting their pants last night. I don't know how early the screevers have to set setting out their grids, but once the grids are gone - the game is over.

I hopped out and ran over to the first artist I could see if they were going to try and tough it out - but by that time it was obvious things were going downhill for this festival. I texted Mr S. who was circling the block - park the car. They are done. I started running around trying to get what I could. Everyone else was leaving, but honestly - I thought the rain was making things sort of beautiful in an impressionist-ey way. If you were lucky to be under a tent, you managed to have a little extra time. But after a while puddles started forming and the chalk started floating and running. I found it oddly pretty.

I wish I could have had more time. I wasn't sure any of these shots were going to come out it was raining so hard. I kept having to wipe off my lens. No one in the valley expected this. We did expect a little sprinkle, but I never in my whole life remember it raining in September. Sometimes we get late storms in July - but never September. There was no way to plan. Even the vapor loop didn't look like the storm had that much moisture.













Yes, I know it looks like this guy has a fist up his butt. I few minutes later this all was gone. It was the best I coudl do.

Palo Alto Art Fest.

I got there late, so he chalk art would be more finished. Sadly that meant you were dodging shadows to get a good shot.











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