Sunday, September 15, 2013

sunday grace

this week grace showed up in the form of nostalgia.

while on the road, i discovered a small county fair in southwest virginia.  growing up in the farm belly of california, the fair was a huge deal in my childhood and teenage years and i will jump at any chance i get to visit a real county fair.

there is something about the juxtaposition of bright color with dirt paths and twinkling lights with barnyard smell.

the fried green tomatoes were transcendent.

i don't always ride the carousel, but when i do, it's because there is a giant rooster.


when i was a little girl my big brother used to rock the car on the ferris wheel, scaring the bejeezus out of me.  i can't ride one to this day but i love to look at them.

love a country girl and her fancy teal shitkickers.

tastes like home.  sounds like home.  feels like home.  grace.