I always have to go on the Ferris Wheel, but I always do it with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like any moment the seat I'm in is going to come apart.
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9 comments:
great shot!
awesome angle!
I love the architectural shots like this.
Ferris wheels are scary.
Love. And like Stimey, I always find myself all quakey as the wheel swings me up and over the top.
Very cool!
I can't even remember the last time I went on a ferris wheel. I think it's been decades...
Whee!
Wow. You are brave. I used to be able to ride the highest, fastest coaster in the park, but I couldn't bring myself to get on a Ferris Wheel.
I always have to go on the Ferris Wheel, but I always do it with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like any moment the seat I'm in is going to come apart.
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