Last weekend (yes, I am running a week behind) Charlie and I visited an "encampment" in Frankenmuth. I have loved these kinds of things since I was a kid -- when I went to one and learned how to make dipped candles. I understand these people. They enjoy the simpler times -- when you could learn a craft and support yourself with it. I know they all have day-jobs that they have to go back to on Monday -- but for the weekend they get to imagine a different life.
Weaving a pouch
Pewter maker and his wife