I stood on the hill slightly below the fair that late afternoon as the shadows were getting long, but before the lights and motion of the fair turned the scene into a blinking, swirling riot of sound and color.  As I painted each patch of color and light I reminisced about being a teenager at my own town's summer fair; getting dropped off, meeting my friends, wearing the right pair of jeans, hoping to see the boys, and screaming with delight as my girlfriends and I rode the sizzler over and over.   The same story will happen here tonight as well, and more memories will be made among all this color and sound. 
 
12"x9" oil on board. 1/2 inch gold frame