A few days ago, we went to the Fair. And I took pictures. And here's some of them with minimal words serving as their accompaniment.
First things first: this year, we hopped a ride on one of those bike taxis. This was our view. I wish I could share the smell here as well. Some things just don't translate.
Oh, but it made the arrival at those Pearly Gates that much more magical. Hello, Minnesota State Fair.
First things first: you visit the Creative Arts building, and your family admires the Scrapbooking winners, and your husband says, "Aw honey…you should enter next year. You got a shot!"
Then, you eat.
Mmmm. Pronto pups.
Mmmm. Pronto Pups equal to or exceeding the length of one's humerus. Mmmm. And don't forget the fried green tomatoes.
As you make your way further into the fair, the familiar sights warm your heart.
A quick visit to the giant slide is always in order.
Then you wind your way down to the Mighty Midway. Behold, the Mighty Midway.
And you find magic, and high school stoner art, at every turn.
Beloved children risk their lives on shoddily assembled rides.
And not a soul would guess that just 15 minutes after this shot was taken, that Mom, in response to two whining children, would have what one might call meltdown of her own. Ah, fair. You do have a way of bringing out the best in us all.
But all was saved with the amazing concert by Miss Brandi Carlile, who really did put on a show.
One of her encores was Folsom Prison Blues. You can watch a link (not from this night) of her doing the song here. This girl is so damned talented and hot it's ridiculous.
And so, our time at the fair has come and gone. Thanks to my trusty little Kodak Point&Shoot, I have cherished and magical family memories to add to my lifetime collection.
And, three extra pounds.