Every June we look forward to the Ballwin Days festivities that happen just a half-mile from our house. A parade, fireworks for two nights, and of course the carnival. This year, I brought my big camera to grab photos of us enjoying the colorful, funnel-cake scented, kitschy, overpriced, nostalgic vibes of the Ballwin Days carnival. Thankfully, my family tolerated me, and I love these images.
So for once, I'm going to "talk less", and let the photos tell the story. Happy summer, friends! Love and funnel cakes. ♥
So for once, I'm going to "talk less", and let the photos tell the story. Happy summer, friends! Love and funnel cakes. ♥
(Yeah-- if only carnivals weren't always when it's so HOT outside. I was crabby by the end, too, Larkin. Home to baths and beds. I'm glad we go to these things, but also glad when we run out of tickets and can trek back home and peel off the sweaty clothes and get cozy in jammies again.)

















































