The Happiest Place on Earth, or Something like That
Rainbow Christmas Pier
Every year since 2013 a group of us have made the long and arduous journey to Disneyland. Any by that, I mean we get in a car and drive 45 minutes to Anaheim.
It’s always a day that we’re very excited about but it’s invariably just a little too long and our feet are just a little too tired and everybody is just a little bit grumpy. Pretty standard for a trip to the happiest place on earth.
That said, I like Disneyland. I love rides. I love being scared and thrilled and I always have. On the other hand, I hate crowds and I hate paying $10 for a mediocre hotdog. So, my relationship with Disneyland is one of push/pull.
There is no denying that there is a certain amount of beauty in the artificiality and this time, I was intent on bringing my camera to capture some of that.
We had a rotating group of friends, but three of us arrived at 9am and left just before midnight and I think you can see the crazed exhaustion settling into our faces as the night wore on. And on. And on. We might wait two years to go back, but knowing us, we won’t.
Here are a few shots to capture some of Mickey’s magic: