See, the Prater reminds me a little of Opryland, the amusement park in Nashville that I visited several times a year when I was a kid. Except, Opryland was incredibly—cheesily, as a matter of fact—nice. It was populated by bears dressed in overalls playing giant banjos, not terrifying clowns and gnomes. But, yeah, except for the fear factor, I do occasionally get Opryland flashbacks when I walk through the Prater. Maybe it’s the smell of fried food and cigarette smoke?
Anyway, turns out that Instagram has a “Nashville” filter (I don’t know why it is called that.) Once I saw the name, I knew I had to photograph the Prater and run the photos through the filter. And post the result on my blog. Hey, WordPress is free. Enjoy the weirdness!