Tidal wave.

A few days away from this blog feels like a lifetime. This little vacation of sorts was really no vacation. For two weeks, entire lives revolved around the Durham Fair. Not only myself, but a big chunk of most that live in Durham and Middlefield. The list of to do's was relentless: Choose photos, processing photos, print photos, buy materials for kid projects, getting them to follow through with the projects, help create a classroom fair project, cleaning the Photo Dept. building, organize photos for the fair association, getting to the fair(not fun this year), doing your shifts, dealing with rain and a camera, dealing with wet kids, climbing the damn hill 100 times, doing "Drums Alive" on stage, trying to find the pumpkins(how could something so giant be hidden so well), trying not to go broke, trying to decide on what to eat, shooting a wedding on fair weekend… really, I could go on forever. Awards were garnished with ribbons. Peter continued his lego winning streak with his super cool Tour de France design. Kate won on her colorful drip candle.  Perhaps the award for the most perplexing aspect of the weekend goes to my Lightroom program that lost all of Thursday's and Friday's photos. Demoralized by this, I have so little to share with friends of the fun times (I think) they were having at the fair. I tried my best yesterday, to capture a few photos, but after Saturday's wedding shoot, I could barely hold up my arms to take a shot. Maybe next year's motto should be "Say yes to less", but I know that wont happen because we all seem to get swept up in the tidal wave. Life is short and if I'm lucky, I'll only have 60 Durham Fair's left to capture and enjoy. If this is the case,  I shouldn't sweat losing my photo files from this year. Next year's probably wont be very different anyway. While I wait for my photo recovery miracle to happen, There are a few things that I did see this weekend that would fit the miracle genre. I got my car out of the muddy parking field! I watched a little girl sing a song with the voice of an angel, I watched Michael Hayes (patch editor) take more photos than me for once, I managed to resist temptation to gobble up the giant fluffy donut(and now i regret it). The biggest miracle of all was that I reached into my bag pocket  last night and pulled out a $100 dollar bill that I had put there in case I need to pay ransom to get Peter back in case of kidnapping. Good thing he was covered with so much sweat and sticky ice cream that any kidnapper would think twice. Now we wait for the crisp days of fall to sharpen the senses as we say goodbye to the hazy memories of summer. The seasons help us say hello and goodbye with regularity. Durham Fair, we'll see you again someday.