Patrons dress in their finest attire and pack themselves in to mingle, watch the races
and the fashion.
Two people were arrested for possession of cocaine on the first day of the five day event this year, so the police have decided to crack down on drug use among the 40,000 person crowd.
Officers with sniffer dogs have been patrolling the grounds to identify spectators carrying narcotics. White metal depository boxes have been placed around the course, and at the Grandstand Enclosure entrance. Guests are asked to deposit their illegal drugs into these boxes.
It's only fair, as the horses are drug-tested before the race.
The boxes are secured by a nylon cable tie to keep miscreants from appropriating the drugs.
Here's a shot of the heroes blowing up a horse.
Kids' tastes don't really change that much. The rides may get some updates but they remain fundamentally the same.
The roadster of yesteryear becomes the Ferrari of today.
The kids relate to the same things as they used to but they prefer familiar technologies.
Adults may feel nostalgia, but the kids want something from their own generation.
Some things have much longer term appeal.
There are miniature versions of popular carnival rides, like the classic merry-go-round.
Although it's not clear just how safe kids or their parents felt about them.
Horses were the most common animal ride, but there were lots of others.
Some of them were downright creepy.
There were a few unusual choices.
Here's something for the midwestern kids.
Some of them are surprisingly realistic.
And here's the most recent contribution from the industry. It combines the charm of the old fashioned kiddie ride experience with the miraculous bond between kids and animals, and illustrates a significant event for this generation.
Just like this one did for a previous generation.
Over time, he developed a strong love for the beasts, one that some might call inappropriate.
Although he enthusiastically enjoyed his relationship with his equine friends, he realized that society didn't condone his actions, so he fulfilled his desires under the pseudonym Mr. Hand.
It was well known in his circles: "Don't be late for Mr. Hand."
His neighbors occasionally caught a glimpse inside his apartment and were a little suspicious of his activities.
And for good reason. Before dying from a perforated colon, this is what he did.