September 15, 2009

The Ferris Wheel: A Year in Waiting

During our local end of summer carnival, Margret and I took Ava on her first Ferris wheel ride.  She had been anxiously awaiting this ride, as last year she was too short to ride. Of all the things that fleeting escape her memory, the Ferris wheel had stuck with her.

Her excitment was contagious as we boarded the contraption being operated by a man who clearly was under the influence of something.  Her excitement made me forget that I am deathly afraid of heights.  I found it someone more settling to look through the camera viewfinder...somewhat suspending the realty of the situation.  

Together, we all enjoyed the skyline from the top of the Ferris wheel during Ava's first ever spin on the modern marvel.