Thousands squeezed into the little fishing village of Goodland for the annual Mullet Festival.
She was the queen of the festival.
Or maybe she just bought the shirt.
He wore a badge claiming to be the Buzzard Queen Inspector and the ladies raced to have their photos taken with him. I'm not going to discuss the coconuts.
Yes. Alcohol was involved. A lot of alcohol.
A bunch of fun-loving ladies from Decatur, Illinois, posed for the cameraman.
I always forget to wear my crab hat.
But I am planning to wear my hat for the follicle-challenged wherever I go from now on.
City Daily Photo bloggers post photographs on a theme on the first day of each month. On
February 1, they will address this intriguing question: If you had to leave forever the city
from which you usually post, what would you miss most?