Andy and I are lucky. We like to do the same things, almost all of the time.
And we both love to go to the Oregon State Fair.
I love taking photos at the fair. In reality, it's one of the hardest places to take pictures: The barns are dim (so the photos are grainy), the animals are constantly moving, the lighting is horrideously florescent, and no matter what kind of picture you try to take there will inevitably be someone walking right through the back- or foreground of your photo (or something will be about to trample you because you're staring into a camera). Nevertheless, I see a million scenes I want to capture there.
So I try.
I am fascinated by lifestyles that I can only dream of having. There are a million questions I want to ask, but I am too shy.
So I just take photos, and try to get the feel.
Since I never carry a purse or a bag (I have to have pockets in my skirt for my keys, driver's license, and money), I can carry even a big camera on a shoulder strap pretty easily. And it makes me happier to have it with me. Some people say that the camera sort of distracts them, or makes them miss actually enjoying the moment because they're busy trying to get a photo of it, but for me the opposite is true. I never, ever regret having my camera.
For me, it's sort of like having a pair of glasses. With it, I can focus. I can see.
If you go to the same place over and over, you have a chance to try to see things from other angles.
Because there are so many different stories there!!!
I have to stop myself from trying to kiss farm animals on their noses, the way I do with my own.
But ooooooh, the urge is so there.
Blue ribbon sticking nonchalantly out of her pocket.
This is historic horse show stadium, built in 1921.
A few people told me to be sure and get a milkshake from the Oregon Dairy Women's barn: Totally. I get one every year! It's the best milkshake. It almost has a sour-cream kind of taste. It is amazing.
Sometimes you just see a little scene that all works together: The black chair, the blue bar, the aqua wall, the plaid.
Whoooooa. You know how I feel about these (see 2007, where I single-handedly kept suspended the entire chair-lift ride by sheer force of will [I am amazing]).
A fair t-shirt.
Old bikes on display.
Oh yeah. You can't have a fair without pie.
Or canned asparagus.
Admittedly, I have never had a corn dog. And I love the fair. That seems wrong. Some things just won't happen. I was offered one this year, but I impolitely (if you consider screaming "NO!" and mock-barfing impolite) declined.
Old timey photos on the outside of the exhibition hall.
New timey marionettes.
Andy, Judge Smails called and said he wants his shoes back.