Carnivals: The People Who Build Them

Carnivals have always brought a sense of wonder and adventure to me. I marvel at the dazzling lights and flashing colours. What had once been an empty parking lot would come alive with imaginative themes. The very air would become saturated with a whimsical mood. People came to carnivals to forget. To rattle their brains of thought and spin their worries away.

It’s been this way for decades according to popular culture. Magic and mystery travel hand-in-hand with the carnival in our imaginations.

As always overnight it seemed as though the rides had risen from the dust.

And, like being there at exactly the moment the wheels of a pivot begin to turn or watching a spider complete its a web, I managed to appear at the carnival’s doorstep right as it began to build its fantastic façade. Continue reading “Carnivals: The People Who Build Them”

Carnivals: The People Who Build Them 2

Climbing up to each ride with my feet clanking on every step. I only had eyes for the hand rail, the stairs and the waiting empty seats. The glance I’d share with the operator of the ride would be one of dismissal. You’ve seen my wristband now let me ride I’d be saying behind my cheerful smile. I’d notice but not focus on the fact that each glimpsed face was different. Some gave me a large toothy—or toothless—smile, others looked right on past me.

Some individuals were white skinned while others were dark skinned. Sometimes faces and hands was dark from oil and grease. Some faces were crinkled like waterless riverbeds and tiny canyons. Others were identical to the teens waiting to ride.

The same as it would be in a small town, there were eyes that laughed, that silently cried, that you wouldn’t want to meet in an alley and eyes that welcomed you with all their heart.

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Little Britches Rodeo: June 7th and 8th

My right knee dug into the soft dirt of the open air arena as my toes ground the dirt inside my shoes. With clouds passing intermittently overhead my dollar store hat was doing a great job of keeping the sunlight from my hot burned face. Everything outside of the small radius of shade made by my cowboy hat was warm. My nose was sore from being mashed against my camera but I ignored it. My attention was fixed on the gate. Advertisements flickered in the background as my camera swayed. Seagulls called from the blue sky.

BANG! The gate flew open and a white ball of wool came barreling out with its passenger hanging on for dear life. The crowd roared in excitement. These people were cheering on the small child clinging to the sheep’s back. Continue reading “Little Britches Rodeo: June 7th and 8th”