Farmer's Market

On Thursday evenings, 5:30 to 8:30, there's a farmer's market in downtown Grand Junction.  We've been in the area nearly 2 weeks but hadn't toured downtown or gone out to dinner until last night.  We started our outing with a dim sum platter at a Chinese restaurant, preceded, in my case, with a cup of hot and sour soup; delicious chow, lousy service.

We strolled through the farmer's market after dinner, 

admiring the many neat sculptures along the way.

  

It was 94 F degrees last night so we didn't dawdle much and I didn't bother noting

 the names of the sculptures - nor the artists' names, nor the asking price. 

This piece, with all the detail and various shapes, must have taken years to complete.

Trumbo*, a prolific screenwriter (Exodus, Spartacus, many more) who won 2 Oscars, 

hailed from Grand Junction, liked to write in the bathtub.

I love 'junk' sculpture!

Ribbit!

This chubby fellow, obviously a prince, probably gets lots of kisses.  

Didn't get one from Trish though - which, I assume, indicates she's not seeking 

an upgrade from her current prince

Right rear: beautiful buffalo sculpture, chrome I think.

Center: drumming/dancing/martial arts group gave impressive performance. 

Front:  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  I'm sure that guy felt enormously relieved when he finally 

straightened up.  We didn't hang around to find out, though, having just eaten dinner. 

*Trumbo bio: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalton_Trumbo