It is no surprise that the big finale of E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web took place at the local agricultural fair. This time of year, the local fairs, no doubt modeled after their U.K. counterparts, provide unique opportunities for all involved.
Some love the food, or the competition, or the fund-raising, or the festivities. They are a surprisingly integral part of New England life and serve as almost a melting pot for the region, connecting people who otherwise might not see each other any other time of the year.
My father loved the variety of people. He would listen to how they spoke, and about what. He would seek out the idiosyncratic. And he just loved the faces.
I believe of all of the pictures my father took, the ones that gave him the most pleasure over the years were his fair pictures. Here are some.