Ahh, the Trail of History. Such a beautiful site, with such unpredictable weather!
This year, due to a busy early season & some measure of confusion on everyone's part, we were day tripping rather than camping. L had asked earlier in the season when we were going to attend an event "as the public". At the time I had a good laugh. See, once you've done a few events & started to know as many people as I do, it's not really possible to pretend to be "public".
Entertainment, 18th century style
Day tripping was a good compromise. L was able to sleep comfortably in a bed at my mothers over night and yet we were still able to be dressed & social during the day. Luckily our friends in Brigands Folie, The Amazing Budabi Brothers , and several ONW members were camping. We redily took advantage of their camps to relax through out the day and as a central place to leave things like my always overflowing basket.
A tisket, a tasket, everything in my basket.
We watched the Brother's show, I participated in the servants auction (but didn't win anyone). L enjoyed the horses & ended up spending a great deal of time simply standing near their pens, watching them. I spent time socializing, shopping at the few sutlers, picking up the last little bits for my winter projects and generally trying to keep myself busy without the coffeehouse. I gave up on counting the number of people that asked where we were camped & where the coffeehouse was. I'm guessing that means that next year I'll have to be more alert to registration deadlines!
And always twirling, twirling, twirling
As an added bonus, my dear friend A came out Saturday afternoon with her camera. She was a photography major in college and is one of the best photographers I know. Best of all, because I've known her all her life, I am comfortable enough around her to not do the ugly face freeze like I do with so many other photographers. We're already planning on several more photoshoots of my historic projects. I've needed professional grade pictures for a while. Not sure why it's taken so long for me to ask A to help.
Reenacting with mom.
The widow Black
See you in camp next year!
This year, due to a busy early season & some measure of confusion on everyone's part, we were day tripping rather than camping. L had asked earlier in the season when we were going to attend an event "as the public". At the time I had a good laugh. See, once you've done a few events & started to know as many people as I do, it's not really possible to pretend to be "public".
Entertainment, 18th century style
Day tripping was a good compromise. L was able to sleep comfortably in a bed at my mothers over night and yet we were still able to be dressed & social during the day. Luckily our friends in Brigands Folie, The Amazing Budabi Brothers , and several ONW members were camping. We redily took advantage of their camps to relax through out the day and as a central place to leave things like my always overflowing basket.
A tisket, a tasket, everything in my basket.
We watched the Brother's show, I participated in the servants auction (but didn't win anyone). L enjoyed the horses & ended up spending a great deal of time simply standing near their pens, watching them. I spent time socializing, shopping at the few sutlers, picking up the last little bits for my winter projects and generally trying to keep myself busy without the coffeehouse. I gave up on counting the number of people that asked where we were camped & where the coffeehouse was. I'm guessing that means that next year I'll have to be more alert to registration deadlines!
And always twirling, twirling, twirling
As an added bonus, my dear friend A came out Saturday afternoon with her camera. She was a photography major in college and is one of the best photographers I know. Best of all, because I've known her all her life, I am comfortable enough around her to not do the ugly face freeze like I do with so many other photographers. We're already planning on several more photoshoots of my historic projects. I've needed professional grade pictures for a while. Not sure why it's taken so long for me to ask A to help.
Reenacting with mom.
The widow Black
See you in camp next year!
This is so incredible!
ReplyDeleteI dunno...I thought a lot of the photos I swiped for MY blog were pretty nice already, without being pro!!
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean no more events til next year?? :(
Sorry hun, only 1 more event this year :( The ONW ball on Saturday. But wait till you see how gussied up I'm going to be :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliment on the photos. These were a little different from the norm because her entire job was to take pictures of me, me, me. I am just so disappointed at how few photographs I'm in after all the time I spend doing this. Something had to be done!
I have also been working on hiding the mess when I photograph things in the sewing room. I think that's helping a LOT! No one wants to see the pile of scraps & sleeping cats that I call a work space.
Heehee..why do you think most of my photos are taken outside, or on a clear patch of my wood floors?? :p
ReplyDeleteIt was good seeing you out there. See ya Saturday.
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