Well breakfasted, we walked across the railroad tracks to the Festival ticket counter on Front Street.
These aren’t presented, now, as the best of show, or anything like that. Such judgments would be well beyond my capabilities. I took dozens of photos, as you might imagine. Some turned out; some didn’t.
Those above are selected to illustrate the remarkable diversity of styles displayed at this show. Interesting things being created in these Carolina mountains. Anything you might imagine in the way of pottery. There was more to see. That’ll have to wait, for the next post.