Ah, the Hot Air Balloon Festival: one of my favorite parts of the 4th of July. Since I can never really capture how beautiful the balloons themselves look as they inflate, these are mostly pictures of boys gazing up at them in various stages of nervousness--excitement--concentration--glee--etc.
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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How absolutely wonderful! I really miss the balloon festival. It's one of my favorite 4th things too. In fact, I remember going to it a couple of times in my marching band uniform. Dorky......
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