Having spent all of my youth in Vermont, you come to realize that the local country fair is not just a summer tradition, it is a right of passage. I spent more nights and way too much money at the Addison County Fair when I was growing up. The smell of fried dough, the sound of loud farm equipment racing in the background and the sheer "small town-ness" of it still has a place in my heart, even though I moved from Vermont to England sixteen years ago. Now one of my greatest pleasures is returning to Vermont in the summer where I share the magic of the fair with my family. And that includes the Pig Races!
I have tried to take my camera with me on my travels whilst over here but I seem to have been bitten by the "bug of the broken camera". When we first arrived, I made the mistake (I blame it on the seven hour plane journey and subsequent 2 hour car journey) of handing the camera to my two year old, who promptly threw it to the ground and cracked the display. I have since borrowed my mother's camera but this too, seems to be plagued with a very short battery life so inevitably, when I am going for the money maker shot, the battery indicator flashes up. However, I still have some lovely shots that to me, say summer.
Fishing at the secret fishing spot – if you look closely, you can spot Louis.
Blowing bubbles and watching them turn in to rainbows when they hit the sky.
Main Street in my little home town.
A jar full of beautiful coloured glass – about to be filled with flowers from the garden.
Sydney swimming in Lake Champlain while the sun gets ready to call it a day.
These to me, say summer and boy, am I lucky to have time in such a beautiful part of the world.
I will try and post again before I head back to England - who knows, maybe I will break the curse of the broken camera!