
And toward the last part of March of each year, we fill up with tourist buses, filled with little old ladies with that eerie shade of blue hair that can only come from a bottle (God Bless Them and their Tourist Dollars). The Festival lasts about 10 or 12 days and has everything from carnival rides, to hot air balloons, to tons of tours of historic old homes, to concerts, to an arts and crafts fair, to a street party, to a parade, to next to everything being painted pink in honor of the pale pink cherry blossoms (even a pink poodle).
A week from this Saturday, I have set aside the whole day for photography. There will be the carnival rides, a 5-K road race, a bed race, a motorcycle show, a national frisbee catching dog competition, and who knows what else going on. I am so looking forward to it, as that I haven't had that much time to do a lot of photography due to a busy work schedule. I will be joined by my photographer friend Bonnie, and we are hoping to meet a few folks from a MeetUp group of photographers.
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Sounds like a wonderful kick-off to Spring.
I love the expressions on the girls faces.
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