This weekend I went to one of my favorite places in the world (Rockville, IN) to the greatest of Indiana celebrations: the Covered Bridge Festival. The festival that celebrates covered bridges. Seriously. Why are covered bridges worth celebrating you ask? Because the uncovered bridges would rot and collapse, throwing people and animals into the creek below. If I ever fell in Big Walnut creek I’d celebrate covered bridges too.
The festival has grown into a hybrid of a fall festival mixed with a county fair sprinkled with a bunch of random yard sales with crap. And when I say crap, I actually mean a much harsher expletive. (ie: As Seen on TV knockoffs, Justin Bieber snuggies, an occasional crossbow, and the ever-present wolves howling at the moon t-shirts.. although those are kind of cool.) Each year over 2 million people come to the festival.
I took this Polaroid outside one of the coolest bars I’ve been to in my short 2 years since being 21. It has the largest collection of taxidermied animals that I’ve ever seen including a bear, a cougar, a wolverine, all of the regular taxidermied animals, and even some made up animals like a “Jackalope.” (Where they put antlers on a rabbit.)
I took this photo with my trusty brown SX-70 and I used the Impossible Project’s first flush of the color film– which isn’t available anymore. I’ve had a lot of hits and misses with their film, but I really like this photo. The uncontrollable nature of this film, and Polaroid in general is what makes it so fascinating to me.
Rockville.
Paul, my fellow adventurer. He said, “The covered bridge festival is 99% full of stuff that never should have been made or stuff that should have been burned a long time ago.” But then there is also gooseberry jam and pumpkin butter. And colorful deciduous trees.
I call this gem, “Prairie dogs After a Lover’s Quarrel.”
There is truly nothing better than Indiana in the fall. I don’t care what you Wisconsinite badgery people say.
And on a very unrelated note… 
My sister made the cutest owl cupcakes ever.
