Juxtapose

Fairgrounds aren't really my thing.
It served a purpose this evening however.

The on call weekend is going badly. Inhumanely badly.
12 hours after I started I got to take a break, but unable to rest after many calls and many many miles, my mind had to wind down slowly from it's state of perpetual strain; from the necessity to just keep going.

The fair was a counterpoint to my day. Juxtaposed like the gaudy clamorous fairground apparatus amongst the buildings of Settle's stoical stone square.