Balloon Time

My family spent our holiday weekends growing up chasing hot air balloons. I remember many an early morning sleepily arriving at the field, my mom finding us a balloon to help crew on, watching as tens and sometimes hundreds of balloons took to the sky. As you have read in my post about how I feel in love with photography, it started with these beautiful balloons. This past Labor Day weekend Colorado Springs held their annual Balloon Festival, and we couldn't resist going! It's been 10 or more years so I had forgotten the press of the crowds, the smell of oil drenched foods, but I remember the awe and wonder of watching this event. And, of course, I had to capture it on film. My parents went with us. It's only fitting to go with the people responsible for my love of this sport.