Whenever I think of flying kites, I think of poor Charlie Brown and his toy that wouldn’t soar. I mean, it wasn’t enough that the kid was prematurely bald, he also couldn’t work a toy that three-year-olds delight at using? Sad. Anyway, I thought the annual KiteFest in West Chester would be as depressed as Charlie Brown’s sad walk, but it turns out it was as happy as Charlie Brown’s dog’s happy dance. I got some great shots and I figure I’d share with you.