Some days just feel like they move in an oversaturated haze, lately it's been like that more or less. (I've never realized how hard it is to photograph red velvet, mind you.)
I found this charming abandoned fairest-wheel outside of the city a few weeks ago. It was juxtaposed next to a corn field and the very 1950's Disney drawings on the seats added to its eerie tragedy of being this old forgotten beautiful thing.
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