Fair, part 1
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seiberwingThe things I see in this city. An hour ago I woke up to find a window washing brush tapping on my window like it wanted money.
Sorry I'm late again, but here are the pictures from the fair last weekend. I'm putting up the non-combat pictures from last week's fair first, because there's a lot of pictures and this is simpler.
Basic fairground shot. This place seems to have summer fairs at the drop of a hat and I love it.
Bitty steam engines! My brother used to have a toy of one of these, don't know if he's still got it.
Back end of the reenactor tents. We'll go there in the next post.
Bigger steam engines!
It's not a fair without giant plushies.
Little piggies. The cute was somewhat dispelled by the sign on the side of the pen advertising sausages. At least they're honest?
This guy was pretty awesome. He made what amounted to a lecture on sheep entertaining and hilarious. Also keep an eye on Susie and Belinda there--I'm pretty sure they had something going on, Belinda was cuddling up to Susie for half the show.
Naked time for sheeps.
I forget what these guys were doing, some kind of history lecture in-character. The bearded guy looks like he just came from a Satanic cult meeting a la The Seventh Gate.
Guy with many, many guns.
Pipe organ. Surrounded, properly enough, with children wiggling back and forth to pretend they were dancing.
Hint for the future: When the pretty girl from the Cambridge museum is having you do a match-the-skulls-to-animals game, don't mention that you've got one. A dog skull, not a dog. And that you got it by finding a corpse in the woods and cleaning it off and sanitizing it. Because by that point you've pretty much ruined your chances for a normal conversation.
Not bitty ships, but bits of ships.
Little mole sculptures and a dog who wants to know what the fuck I'm doing. Since I was waiting on the free-for-all battle, the answer was bugger all.
Native people doing native crafts, as you do.
Bitty glass octopus!
Horses. Big damn horses, actually.
Bouncy slide castle...things, all I know was I was too big to go on them. Meanies.
Man getting humped by giant dog! Film at eleven.
I don't remember why I took this picture but I'm putting it here anyway.
Shooting galleries, a staple at any good fair.
Naked sheeps.
Bob Marley sheep.
Pettings of the giant horses. Which led to the little lad in the blue there asking if they were really horses or just statues of horses because they weren't moving very much. Child needs to get out more.
And a street magician pulling a gourd out of his hat. Give him points for originality, at least.
Next time: Swords, shiny things, and people who won't stop falling over.
Sorry I'm late again, but here are the pictures from the fair last weekend. I'm putting up the non-combat pictures from last week's fair first, because there's a lot of pictures and this is simpler.
Basic fairground shot. This place seems to have summer fairs at the drop of a hat and I love it.
Bitty steam engines! My brother used to have a toy of one of these, don't know if he's still got it.
Back end of the reenactor tents. We'll go there in the next post.
Bigger steam engines!
It's not a fair without giant plushies.
Little piggies. The cute was somewhat dispelled by the sign on the side of the pen advertising sausages. At least they're honest?
This guy was pretty awesome. He made what amounted to a lecture on sheep entertaining and hilarious. Also keep an eye on Susie and Belinda there--I'm pretty sure they had something going on, Belinda was cuddling up to Susie for half the show.
Naked time for sheeps.
I forget what these guys were doing, some kind of history lecture in-character. The bearded guy looks like he just came from a Satanic cult meeting a la The Seventh Gate.
Guy with many, many guns.
Pipe organ. Surrounded, properly enough, with children wiggling back and forth to pretend they were dancing.
Hint for the future: When the pretty girl from the Cambridge museum is having you do a match-the-skulls-to-animals game, don't mention that you've got one. A dog skull, not a dog. And that you got it by finding a corpse in the woods and cleaning it off and sanitizing it. Because by that point you've pretty much ruined your chances for a normal conversation.
Not bitty ships, but bits of ships.
Little mole sculptures and a dog who wants to know what the fuck I'm doing. Since I was waiting on the free-for-all battle, the answer was bugger all.
Native people doing native crafts, as you do.
Bitty glass octopus!
Horses. Big damn horses, actually.
Bouncy slide castle...things, all I know was I was too big to go on them. Meanies.
Man getting humped by giant dog! Film at eleven.
I don't remember why I took this picture but I'm putting it here anyway.
Shooting galleries, a staple at any good fair.
Naked sheeps.
Bob Marley sheep.
Pettings of the giant horses. Which led to the little lad in the blue there asking if they were really horses or just statues of horses because they weren't moving very much. Child needs to get out more.
And a street magician pulling a gourd out of his hat. Give him points for originality, at least.
Next time: Swords, shiny things, and people who won't stop falling over.
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Date: 2009-06-19 10:15 am (UTC)This one only had a bit of reenactment stuff off to one side. But it was nice stuff!