It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon, and I have four hours to spend in Damariscotta. As I drive into town, the first thing I noticed is all the people that are milling around. Parking is SCARCE, and I see a big yellow tent on the waterfront. When I walk up to the greeter positioned in front of the yellow tent, I ask him what’s the event? He tells me that it is the Oyster Festival. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the Festival.