Sunday, February 14, 2010
Spinnaker. Polaroid 600. Summer 2009, Dallas, TX.
I think of carnivals as summer-fall sorts of affairs. I was surprised to see the traveling carnival that I snapped this photo at last summer back at its spot along I-635 earlier this week, the day after Dallas' foot of snow. I love the carnival: that mix of wild fun and horrific sadness; the swift movements and a sense of the stillness of time; the lights trailing through the dark. This photo sums up so much for me right now. An uncontrollable spin. Being uprooted, like the traveling carnival itself.