A Night at the Fair

The afternoon rain had passed so Helaina and I decided to return to the Fair. The fair (almost) always looks pretty at night - the bright, colorful lights, the hard-to-see trash on the midway (if you catch my drift). 

This year, it looked especially nice - the lights reflected on the still-wet pavement and the thinner crowds put off by the rain.

I took a bunch of photos, many of them repetitious. Here, (almost) without comment, are a few of them...

Those last two were of the lights reflected in a puddle.

And this one, blurry, of course, is of the line at the fried dough stand. Any time is a good time for fried dough.