Last Sunday we went to the Topsfield Fair.  It was October perfection.  Jason wrote about it for his Halloween blog (which of course you’re following…), so I won’t try to describe it.  I’ll just copy what he wrote and you can read the rest on his blog:

Honestly, I secretly believe that these places aren’t set up. That they’re unexplained alternate dimensional phenomena that just happen to line up with our own inclinations at this time of year. I can’t explain it otherwise. Their pumpkins grow to mind-bogglingly monstrous sizes. You have to do a currency exchange for tickets in order to participate in anything. Copyright doesn’t exist. Ordinary farm animals demand queuing up and gawking at. Cheap toys are the pinnacle of material excess and are suddenly worth all your efforts, industries, and ambitions. Complicated rides that in our world take multiple engineers, manufacturers, safety inspectors, and testing go up in minutes and are entrusted with our precious children. The massive staff that is needed to run one of these come out of nowhere like Oompa Loompas expatriated from hidden shores. You can survive on sugar and fat for longer than the FDA would lead us to believe.  Read more

She’s still talking about that corn on the cob. 

Two days, a few rolls of film, great friends, and Autumn at every turn.

My husband pointed out, rightly, that you’d never know it was Sleepy Hollow by my images.  I guess sometimes the details of a place stick with you more than anything else.

All images shot with an old Canon FTb on Ektar 100.