I feel lucky to live just a few hundred yards from a field that is home to an annual carnival. Where do the come from? Where do they go? I do not know. For three days and two nights they bring their rides, their prizes and their deep fried Oreos (delicious!) and delight this small island community.
Yet, the cost of enjoying the carnival to its fullest is too expensive for me. Each ride is about $5. There is the option of buying an unlimted ride pass for . . . $30. I did not go on a single ride. Each food item, likewise, is basically $5 or more. I could not resist a huge sign declaring, "DEEP FRIED OREOS." They were not what I expected. Basically funnel cake batter surrouned a very warm Orea cookie that loses all of its crunch in the frying process so it warmly dissolves in your mouth leaving the familiar Oreo aftertaste. If they were not $1 a bite, I would have eaten ten!
Since I could not enjoy the carnival in its intended purposes, I instead had to appreciate it only for its night photography opportunities, of which there were many. I stood at the east edge of my apartment complex in complete darkness before my tripod pointing my lens at the lights just across the water. I felt like an astronaut observing an alien world. Mine was dark and silent, theirs filled with dazzling light and laughter.
The pilot of the ferris wheel remains stoic as carriage after carriage passes through time and space. Who knows what speed they pass by?
Yet the ferris wheel almost seems a snail in comparison to this machine which lifts its subjects into the night sky spinning so fast that one appears to be a constant at once everywhere and only there.
Surely when one visits Mars the view from outside of town mirrors the one above. Hopefully they have deep fried Oreos on Mars as well.
In the warped world of the carnival, food is the only constant. Everything else flirts between dimensions.
Having no Martian technology the semi truck in silhouette is like the octogenarian observing the child with today's digital devices removing one from the present. For me, I will remain with the truck on the outside, as always only the observer.