Puyallup Sunday

A quick jaunt to a country town.

Goodbye to all that

No pigeons permitted

Above the crosswalk

Before the Fair

Theme Thursday: Pinque

Never one of my favorite colors -- unless heavily balanced with matte black, pink cannot help but keep me in mind of those abominable Barbie dolls -- this week's theme is slightly more palatable, if you will, as the subject of this photo. In recent years cotton candy (aka candy floss) has branched out into pastel blue and white, but those tints seem like impostors to me.



This shot was taken last fall at the annual Western Washington State Fair (aka "The Puyallup," for the town it is held in, an otherwise rather personality-free rural burg). This is one job I have never had, which I might have deemed rather romantic as a teenager but now clearly recognize as a nightmare. Remind me to tell you about my gig at the crab processing plant. But I digress.

Here's another shot from the same day, at the taffy booth. These empinked gals more accurately reflect the workaday vibe, I think.




However, the proof is in the, er, pudding.

A Day at the Fair

Dragged the kids to the annual Western Washington State Fair in Puyallup in a poignant attempt to re-enact my own childhood. The Fair has not changed a whit in the last half century, as far as I can tell. Despite overstimmed senses, a good time had by all -- except for boarding the wrong shuttle bus at the end of the day! The experience, as usual, included:


Tourists lugging giganto stuffed critters through the dairy barn.



Abundant rednecks with attendant redneck humor.



Gaudily decorated games of skill and chance. Mostly chance.



Prize-winning livestock (pictured) and obscenely large pumpkins.



Super-sweet colorful snacks made to your order.



Total exhaustion.