The State Fair, Upside Down Traveling Through the Imagination

September twenty first three kids, two moms and a grandpa join thousands of others at the fair. Food, Fun, Colors Sounds and Scary Rides.

Well scary for moms and grandpas. But not for the fearless 3’s a trampoline triple flips “higher, higher.” She wants to go on the slingshot 200+ feet in the air. Mom “you can go on it when you are 25.” “I’m 36 [inches] this year and can go on the giant slide.”

Meeting up we talk about what to do first. But the friends watch in wonder of so much going on hands held contemplating the rides. We can do that, not scary fun rides fast. The quiet thoughts evaporate and the fun begins.

All that is cool isn’t scary, there are tractors to plow the fields of imagination. With three kids the harvest is bountiful. The barns with piglets feeding on the video screen if you can’t get close, bunnies, birds and wonder. More then you can absorb in just one day “Grandpa Grandpa look at ………………… Faster faster Grandpa Grandpa.”

Sometimes the story is told with images, you can hear the laughter, feel the warmth and connection between children. Little hands, big hearts sharing each others joy and fear. At 3 you see clearly just seeing without the filters, walls, fear imposed and taught to you. I strive to be 3 seeing with my eyes and my heart. Telling the story with images for many more than three years.

The Ferris wheel at night shot at extremely high ISO a bit of grain [noise the new language] I knew it would be there I wanted the grain. The feel of film an understanding of the light my element.

Bacon certainly one of the most marketed foods lately, Vodka, Perfume gotta be Bacon. The Fair is not about low fat or cholesterol. The flavors of the fair enhance the air a potpourri  of the senses. In the 70’s I had a couple friends who would raise a pig or two a year, fed on garden scraps and from a couple fine restaurants. I would only eat Bacon at their house. Once you have had home grown well the plastic package of chemistry from the market is not edible. A slab on the cutting board smoked out back. Cut your own how thick what ever you want. Jerry Garcia on the stereo Sunday mornings …………….Drifting a bit here. 

The Tiger Coaster with Mom and her friends Just fun, just fun.                               enjoy pjc

Photographic Art  Walkins Glen 1973