There’s something about New England in the fall that is hard to explain to someone who has yet to experience it.  The weather slowly cools.  Different smells come into the air.  The atmosphere completely changes.  Although it marks the ending of the summer, It always stirs up new curiosities in me.  One thing i love about the fall is all of the local fairs. 

Most of the towns around me are all woods. At least a few times each fall one of them has a fair.  Farmers come to showcase their livestock and produce. Tractor pulls apparently are a real big thing.  Then you got the travelling carnies!!

I’m a sucker for rides. I know fairs happen all over America. I know that it is technically fall in every state. But fuck. Each year i am reminded as to why i still live here. It’s just fuckin special.