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Return to the carnival

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One of my recurring themes – not something I realised about myself until the last few years, mostly from this blog.

The carnival is one of my slightly ‘unhealed’ childhood pains. As in, it was never of the intensity to cause me real harm, I always knew it didn’t really matter. But the carnival, or in my case specifically, The Schoharie County Sunshine Fair, held in Cobleskill, my nearest big smoke, was an annual torment. It held so much promise – the rides, the game booths, the people I might see… But at this stage of the game, I’ve got to be honest – everybody else was doing whatever it was they were supposed to be doing and seemed to be having a really good time of it.

Except me. I was watching. I was watching and waiting and observing and trying to figure out who was doing what and why – and HOW did they know what they were supposed to do? I NEVER knew what I was supposed to do. And I longed to… so much. I wandered around the fair alone – my siblings had run off with friends. My friends seemed to have OTHER friends that they had fun with… Leaving me wandering around, looking at everything and everyone, trying to figure them out, telling myself the story of their lives… Kind of odd, I guess, but it was fun in its own kind of way.

And come to think of it, I’m still doing that. Only now – I do it with a camera in front of my face – and that actually makes me one of the cool people. At last. Never would have figured that was coming.

These photos were taken at Balloons Over Waikato, the hot air balloon festival held in Hamilton, New Zealand every year. Amazing how something that felt so down-home back in my Dorloo Days, translates without a hitch to the other side of the world… BOWNight-3

This photo really needs a carnie. Like this one from the Gypsy Fair a couple of years ago. or part 2 which is here. BOWNight-18-2

Nausea inducing rides. I wish I could have figured out why everyone else thought they were so much fun. I really wanted to love them and ride and scream and throw my hair around… Except… they made me sick to my stomachBOWNight-16-2BOWNight-4


But I loved fair food – fried dough, cotton candy, snow cones, French fries in a paper cup…BOWNight-5


The gravity defying Round-Up… BOWNight-20-3 copy

I love carnivals and fairs and rides… the sights and sounds and smells and ways of losing myself in a sea of other people I don’t know – watching them and telling myself their life stories. Or telling you mine…

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09/04/2014 at 1:10 am

Bumper car

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Rather like this shot of the bumper cars from the other night.


Not quite as fond of this one, but strangely, quite a few people loved it – so I thought I’d share it here… see if anyone else likes it. Hmmm… sorry for sounding grumpy… just didn’t get what I was expecting. And like pretty much everyone in the world – I find it hard to be dazzled by Brussels when I was expecting Paris…

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01/04/2013 at 8:26 pm

Hell on Wheels

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With two steering wheels
she’s queen of the road.

Ten year’s time.
A little peroxide.
A tattoo or two.

And a whole lotta attitude!


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08/04/2012 at 8:19 pm

Crazy Circus

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06/04/2012 at 10:38 pm

The Scream Machine

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There was a full-on carnival going on before the ‘night glow’ balloon event on Saturday night. A great opportunity to put the 5D MarkII through its paces, capturing the action in twilight without a tripod.

Back in the day they called this the Round-Up – I guess because it spun around and then also went up on its side. I didn’t like most rides by the time I got to be about 12. Hated the scrambler – all that jerking me around. Teacups made me nauseous.  I’d seen to many movies where folks were murdered on the Ferris Wheel. Roller coasters could only be ridden with my eyes slammed shut while I mumbled prayers, vows for all sorts of good behaviour if only I was allowed to survive . I did rather like the Merry-Go-Round, but then, it was the tamest ride on the planet.

The Round-Up was my one ride, which didn’t make me dizzy, or nauseous or terrified. It was cool. I was cool. And while it was spinning around and going up I had the most lovely sensation of freedom.

An illusion of course. All that centrifugal force had me immobilised against the cage with at least 3-4Gs. I couldn’t fall, could barely move. Haven’t been on one in a few years now. Probably due. But where would I stash my camera at a carnival???

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06/04/2012 at 1:14 am

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