I live in a small town in East-central Vermont. We have a village green, multiple white church steeples and a local farmers market every Wednesday. We also have parades. Parades for every occasion. Parades in all seasons, even the dead of winter - no joke. Yesterday after a thunderous boom I heard a little ruckus out my door. Sure enough a parade marching right on by. Grabbed a few shots.
Nothing like seeing a civil war cannon roll right on by your front door on a Saturday morning.