Insta-fair

The Edgartown girl ventured all the way up to West Tisbury this week, to the fair - who can resist? It was fun, but the problem is, I always go expecting to find the old gang just as we were when we were teenagers. Curiously, some of us are dead, some have moved away, some just don't bother to go anymore, and the rest of us are now white-haired, lined up at the kiddy rides photographing our grandchildren. I just can't wrap my brain around all this.

I lugged the big cameras, too, but I think I prefer the Instagrams from the phone, what with life sometimes looking better in black and white, slightly out of focus, and down-rezzed.