It’s fun to walk the midway at the fair. Chaotic lights, interesting people, wonderful, bright scenes that pass you by in an instant leaving you to wonder about their stories. ‘Why is that kid wearing a mask?,’ ‘What’s she telling the police?’ Sunday at the fair, instead of worrying about composing pictures and trying to get people’s names, I just took pictures. From the hip, sitting at a table or on a curb or moving through the crowd on the midway. I clicked hundreds of pictures without looking through the viewfinder, hoping that when I looked at the images, I’d have a few frames that captured the feeling of the fair. The colors, the rides, the crowds, and hopefully, in the layers of pictures, people’s interactions with each other.