A portrait of my children, once a week, every week.

A few of each of them and several just random pictures from around the fair.  Iain danced.  He looked so strong and tall up on stage.  The midway was much quieter this year, for which I was very grateful.  We ran into an old friend that we hadn’t seen in years, such a lovely surprise.  I love that last photo.  It’s not a very good picture, but it’s such a good picture, you know?  She was done.  Such a long walk back to the car.  Brothers are a wonderful thing.