Ever wonder what's inside a carousel? I mean, inside, like the gears and cogs and secret cubbyholes? The ancient parts, some no longer operable but kept, just because? Perhaps items used for the repair and maintenance of the ride?
The ride operator of the grand carousel at Seabreeze Park allowed me the rare opportunity to take a peek inside the core of the carousel -- and to photograph his cabinet of paints he uses for touch-ups.
He couldn't figure out why I was essentially jumping up and down in a gleeful dance. He actually shot me a bemused look; this is his everyday world, so why should anyone become so worked up?
For me, it was Wonderland.
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