Other good moments to recall:
Tommy Makem singing on the Town Green and the ducks coming over to listen, until he came to a rousing chorus and they took off. He did go on to literally sing the birds out of the trees.
One of Bob Walser's boys listening to someone onstage, putting his hands in his pockets and bowing and swaying just like Bob.
The two representatives of the Georgia Sea Island Singers having everyone shouting how glad we were to be there.
Meg Frost and Donna Glover's debut as a duo at the Gris.
Deirdre Murtha's little one perched on a chair listening saucer-eyed.
Carl Thornton singing a contemporary song that could have come straight from Greek mythology, from an old man who longs to go to sea again but will no more, "for I am old, and I am blind..."
Jerry Bryant singing Rick Spencer's "Hexagon Zombie" and the reactions of those who had not heard it before.
Watching and listening as Craig Edwards, the Festival director, who had every reason to be exhausted, sitting at midnight Sunday night giving a patient guitar lesson to a new player so she could accompany his fiddle and Ken Sweeney's squeezebox.
The inimitable Ken Schatz who puts more animation into listening than many performers do into singing.
Every trip I take, I wind up with a mental or written collection of the "best shots not taken."
The photos I did get are downloaded and will go off to Pene Azul probably Monday; earlier if no one is in labor this weekend.