For the third
consecutive year (what has happened!?), we ventured out
to the NY State Fair and returned with photographic evidence of the carnivralous
scene. We did not, however, make any purchases at Fairgaritaville, which
proves there are still deeper depths to which we could sink.
Glancing back through the photos, we appear to have keyed on moments of judgment (the gnawed grade report commenting “white spots”, the intensely focused goat judge), but we also took part in pulling fish from a trough, witnessed a train ride being repaired and reset to the tracks, and spotted the Sugar Shack where we a small bag of cotton candy won us with its spell.