365: Red; February 12, A village of photographers, perhaps...

This city is now 12 days into the 10th year of Exposure Photography Festival, which takes place here and in the two towns west of us in the mountains. As such, the likes of me could be out mingling every night and to several events. My colleague, who I share an exhibition with every year, knows everything going and often calls at the last second - or with an hours notice, like tonight. I had been stuck in traffic for three hours - really! - so was ready for a serious change of pace and possibly something that would sooth my rapidly-becoming-savage breast.

Despite this being a huge city, exhibition space is at a premium, so anywhere with walls (preferably white) and willingness becomes gallery space. The Village Brewery is no exception, and it's a lovely place to hang art. And it comes with beer. So a two-fer!

What's nice about these gatherings of regular folks is there is the not-occasional important-to-artists person mingling. I found out tonight there's a real and lovely man behind the Webster Gallery, and this lovely man said lovely things about my work, which he saw on a drying table at the printers. Is it too late to be discovered for reals?