These hot air balloons are just getting into the air at the Prosser Washington Balloon Festival last year. The air is crisp and the fingers cold, but like all die-hard photographers I was there.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think and smile.
Art is everywhere, except it has to pass through a creative mind.
Beautiful. What does it for me is that only one has advertising on it. This many privately owned balloons at once is a rarity. It's something I noticed on one of your first posts. The way they are scattered and the tree in the foreground are perfect.
Wow. In England we have a similar balloon festival called the Bristol Balloon Festival, hundreds of hot air balloons soared through the sky! This is a great image, makes me feel a bit nostalgic...