Memorable Art, at the Orange County Fair
There’s something uniquely artistic (see also: comfortingly familiar) about the food booths at the Orange County Fair. Stuffy galleries can’t contain their glory–these outsized masterpieces are intended for outdoor venues!
Here, the nomadic etchings of our favorite childhood memories–all electric blue and shocking pink, with stylized sculptures in every saturated color of the Sno-Cone rainbow. Exposed to temperature extremes and the rigors of constant travel, they probably travel with a touch-up crew. How else, to maintain this full-spectrum, high-gloss beauty?
My companions roll down the fairway like Templeton, seduced by the smorgasbord of possibilities.
Frozen treats and funnel cakes…corn dogs and roasted corn…barbecued turkey legs and deep-fried everything.
I find a slightly healthier option, tucked into the shadowy reaches of the fairway. Cashiers call out order numbers in monotone voices, as customers stare, in glassy-eyed confusion, at the menu boards.
It’s a familiar choreography, accompanied as always by a cacophonous blend of rock, country and heavy metal music. Barkers, too, that pull us into their auditory orbit. “Try your luck!” they say, as truck-mounted speakers pulse.
Pass on the whirly-twirly rides; browse the barnyard exhibits before cheering on the racing pigs. I grab my partners’ hands, and we gawk at one last menu board. Caramel apple, it is!
The trash bins are overflowing, now; sweat and perfume permeate the night air. Last stop: the ferris wheel!
We savor each moment, revel in the sensory overload. Same as it ever was, just as we remembered. Same as she’ll remember, someday.
#AugustBreak2015 Photography Challenge, continued. The word for Day 14 is art. I didn’t have a tripod handy, and I don’t yet know how to take nighttime shots. Still and all, I think these snaps reflect the essence of today’s prompt.