I jumped in the car hoping to catch something spectacular, but as I topped the hill near the university I saw one brief flash of sheet lighting and then the clouds parted. The sky cleared and the sun turned bright yellow and stained the sky with peaches and oranges.
But then on the drive home I pass a fair, lights and bells and all. An almost empty fair, lights and bells and all. After dark.
Well, you know I’m not going to be able to resist that.
I snap some shots, chat with the carnies. They’re off to Caledon next.
“The next one’s mine,” it says.
A friend points as her son swings past.
The mysterious twilight fair is explained.
Still, it didn’t feel any less magical to stumble upon it after a day of a storm that wasn’t.
I hope you get a few chances to stumble across twilight fairs this summer.
Also, I’m curating an exhibition in September.
If you’re in Peterborough and a photographer check this out.