Albuquerque Balloon Festival

You’re lucky I love you. What lengths I go to in order to offer beautiful images.
Today I woke up at 3 a.m., drove 75 miles, then sat in traffic for two hours, exposed my fragile frame to 45 degrees F., and then weaved in between tens of thousands of people to attend the Albuquerque balloon festival.
It was a beautiful day with just the right breeze to paint the sky. All the usual characters were there, including the makers of every fried food you can imagine—all the makings for a carnival.
By the way, the solar eclipse was awesome. Now, I have to use a Braille keyboard.