Our County Fair began with a horse show last weekend. During a break in the competition, this orange bottle caught my attention, placed next to a lady sitting near me.
For those of you who don’t know “Orange Crush:” it’s one of those beverages that consists of water, high fructose corn syrup, an obscene amount of food coloring, artificial flavoring, and who knows what other carcinogenic ingredients. It calls itself orange soda. They must have been selling it at a fair booth because here was another one:
She’s swinging that bottle back and forth, back and forth, all the while scanning the area for someone. Ah, here he is, the owner of the bottle. Finally, she gets to return it to him. I was intrigued by their body language. What else did they share beyond that orange crush?
He is thirsty and drinks from the bottle.
And then they leave together.
I took many more pictures of orange-colored things: saddles, riders in orange coats, a horse with an orange mane, a girl with orange hair, orange school buses (don’t call them yellow!), orange markings along a fence, flowers. I didn’t even realize there was so much orange in my environment until I chose to look for it.
And the pictures that made it into my blog were of an unhealthy soda drink that nevertheless appears to be popular around here. Seems kind of pointless, doesn’t it? It was fun, though, to track the movement of the bottle and to watch how it changed hands and to wonder about the relationship between these two very young people.
This post was created in response to Ailsa’s travel theme “Orange.”