tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143615034352339975.post7179196142199773209..comments2023-08-12T06:10:50.594-05:00Comments on Marty Kittrell: The carnivalkittrellphotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07088521950057241483noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143615034352339975.post-55089727919478867652009-11-09T08:12:34.274-06:002009-11-09T08:12:34.274-06:00My great addiction to neon is kicking into gear RI...My great addiction to neon is kicking into gear RIGHT THIS MINUTE. The lights and sounds and scents---all mingling into each other and making up a sensory overload to rival the sugar buzz. <br /><br />I used to just soak up the atmosphere, back in my carnival-going days---I didn't need to ride the rides or eat the burnt-sugar or sizzling-peppers stuff perfuming the air---the colors and the lights were ALL.<br /><br />I find these evocative of another time in life, and the ping of nostalgia is almost eclipsed by sorrow for that poor bunny, and by the fact that these rides, every one, look like Kiddie Rides.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143615034352339975.post-6369095304580743912009-11-09T04:34:45.598-06:002009-11-09T04:34:45.598-06:00Neat post, Marty ... and great pictures. That'...Neat post, Marty ... and great pictures. That's sad about the rabbit. There should be a law against that.Southern Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13451320470435065945noreply@blogger.com