Along a few lazy bends in the Walnut River there is a reunion of kindred spirits. They gather to share a love for music, as we have throughout human history. For over forty years at summer’s close this community of young and old converge for a music festival most call Winfield or simply Bluegrass. Many never enter the official festival grounds, because over time the music started to resonate louder within the campground community. Around fires, makeshift stages, and along the campground paths, souls are pounded out on instruments of as much character as their working class owners. During this time all are kings and queens, no stomach goes hungry, and to steal is not a thought. Winfield stands as a reminder of the greatness of people when love is our motivation.
Photo Essay Edited by Mike Davis (michaelddavis.com)