“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

9.20.2008

The fair comes to town, magic & all

I am beginning to feel fall in the air.

There's something different about the way the daylight slants in through my bedroom windows in the morning, something different about the light of the full moon. I am able to turn off the air-conditioner & just listen to the swooooosh, swooooosh of a small fan at night. There are stacks of pumpkins at farmer's markets & vegetable stands, and very few blooms left on the crepe myrtle trees. It is just that much darker when I leave work in the evenings & football season has started.

And the fair is in town. Fairs feel most like fairs at night - it's been years since I rode a Ferris Wheel through the darkness & neon - but they are still fairs during the daytime, so I took myself there this morning to find again the magic of the fairs I remember as a child. We lived just a few blocks from the fairgrounds, so a group of us neighborhood kids would walk up in the late afternoon or after supper, needing no adult supervision, thank you, and it was nothing but fun & magic & silliness & scariness. I couldn't find that today. I walked about & thought, oh, I've grown so old. I don't want deep fried pineapple or fried Snickers, or Tilt-A-Whirls, or any of this. Where is that magic?

I eventually wandered into an exhibit hall & looked at children's art & jars of pickles & listened to a family argue about why this quilt had won Best of Show and not that one. The doll exhibit had 4 dolls, tons of empty shelves & torn paper. It was depressing. I finally just sat down on a bench inside the front entrance to people watch & accept the fact that I had, in fact, grown too old for this kind of magic.

And there it was. Waiting for me. The magic. Just waiting for me, asking me what was wrong with me, was I blind, for goodness sake? I began to take pictures of the entrance, and people were so polite, not wanting to get in my way. No. no, I assured them. Please. Get in my way. The boy pictured above never even knew I was there. He was at the fair.
the magical mystery tour

13 comments:

  1. I too, cannot find the magic in "fairs" anymore. I don't think they are the same as when we were younger though, or maybe it was the freedom that was magical. Seems that if we "look" hard enough, we find something magical, though. Love to you!

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  2. LOVE the Diane Varner photos. These are the kind of photos that I want to be able to take....

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  3. Christy - I think we bring the magic with us - I think it's always there, waiting for us to discover it. I think it's like a cat who hides when you call him, smirking & smiling at your feet walking inches in front of his nose. I want to be the one who calls the magic forth.

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  4. Magic indeed. Just what I needed to feel soft and happy all over.

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  5. Hele - Glad it helped.

    TAKE CARE! And remember you are safe.

    Love, Debi

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  6. Debi, I felt just like this when we took the kids to Silverwood, in Idaho this summer...I'm so glad you found the magic. :)

    xo

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  7. Celeste - The things we lose on our way to adulthood. :(

    Love, Debi

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  8. ahhh i see now where you found the magic you mentioned... a magical photo indeed!

    i couldn't agree with you more. fairs..or in my town they were carnivals... are best as night time events. for one thing there tends to be a shabbiness about them that i never saw when i was a child but since being grown i see it and it makes me very sad. like the zoo... it is hard to like a zoo as an adult. fairs ad carnivals are like that for me.

    i am glad though that you found the magic. it just isn't always where it should be. sort of like your glasses... they're never where you thought you left them last. but when you find them it seems so obvious that they were right there in front of your nose!!!!! magic!
    XO

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  9. Robin - It's never where you're looking. That would be too obvious.

    I'm still okay with zoos. I'd like an adults only 1 day a week zoo thing though. More quiet, you know? :)

    Debi

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  10. I'm glad you found the magic after all! True, it always was there. It's just that as adults, we have OTHER perspectives that get in the way of the magic. As children, we are oblivious to those things that get in the way of the magic.

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  11. Paula - YES! This is how I feel. It's ALWAYS there. We just have to find it & I think to find it we must not search so hard. We must just be & look around & breathe for a moment.

    Love, Debi

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  12. There is nothing like a camera to help you find the magic. Don't you find, that even when you don't have your camera with you, you are often looking at the world as though you really are looking through the lens?
    Photography has enabled me to find the magic that might have been lost too...it's like being a child again!

    xo

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  13. Jaime - You are so right. I don't think I really realized that. But I DO find myself looking closely at things & the possibility of those things, those moments. It opens up a childlike part of your brain, I think. You're VERY smart!

    :) Debi

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