Something about a midway that seems timeless and magical, especially getting a phone call from your kid that goes something like, "Mom, I puked at the midway!". All was good and he continued to enjoy the rides for several more hours. Oh to be young again.
Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed your summer as much as a 12 year old at the midway.
Here is me trying out some short long exposures. Is that an oxymoron?