9/27/2
My friend, Joe Shields, driving down Fording Place Road in his Gremlin. As you can see
Fording Place Road intersects the Esopus Creek.(This blurb brought to you with the help
of my two editors, Jenny and Joe.)
9/25/2
and some more war pics
I have no idea why, but some part of the US's armed forces fly over us a couple times every year.
Here they are taking a right directly overhead.
There comes a time when you've fought enough. Here's what you do. Notice the shade that he found.
It's Pennsic.
"Thou hast mail". They burned my pictures onto CD so I could reuse my memory stick.
Nancy teaches harp for a living and at camping events she wakes us up gently at just
about the right time with her playing.
This is Nancy's husband, Rob, doing his "Obi-Wan at the bank droid" impression.
Og shop now.
You call that a pouch?
THIS is a pouch!
Okay, some war pictures: 9/8/2
This is the line (at it longest) for the Bread Boule Inn. They
serve stew, chili, pasta, eggs or whatever by taking a round loaf of bread,
cutting it in half, pulling the soft part out and using it for a bowl. It's
one of my favorites.
This is the beginning of the Calontir's force marching onto the field of battle.
Here is a movie (no sound) of their unit marching (1.5meg)
This fellow was attempting to get his catapult through inspection (which requires
that you be able to land four shots in a row between 40 and 80 yards away. He was
managing about 10 feet, so I stopped and took slow motion pictures with my camera.
This one shows the projectile (4 tennis balls taped together) on the way down after
only a foot or two. I think the big mistake was that catapults should use cups or spoons
to hold the projectile and not slings.
This is the booth of the cloth merchant. I have no idea what this merchant did to
get all that cloth out to the campsite, but they managed apparently.
I have no idea who these people were, I was just sitting at a picnic table having lunch.
Jenny titles this one "Generations".
This picture is for my brother Ed. One armour maker has this collection of hammers
for sale in the back of his booth/tent (some merchants have several tents inter-connected into a booth).
On the table, leaning forward onto the rack are pegs that go into the large (1 or 2 ") square
holes in an anvil. They give you something solid, in hopefully just the right place, to pound on.
Did I mention that there are about 11,000 people at war? These guys work a full shift every
day just for us. It's that happiest "honey wagon" I've ever seen.
Every morning, some of the kids would come onto the field for the new youth fighter
program. These are involved in a small melee (many-on-many fight). They wear some
armor, hockey or lacross helmets and have a touch-means-you're-dead rule.
Some kids have a more traditional view of fun. The hay bails will be used in the battles
as borders, the edge of bridges, and walls. In the distant right is the "castle"
the local people built for us last year.
This is the food court part of the market. Bread Boule Inn is down on the left.
Camping right next to us were our friends, Nancy and Rob. This is Nancy in the
amazing dress she made herself with half of the amazing tent she made herself behind her.
The other half of the tent
is another tower just like this one. They've plans to make a hall to go between
the towers.
I've got lots more pictures, but I'm going to bed. :)
9/6/2
I'm working on getting a linux box together at my house to serve webpages
(and my pics from war). Am waiting for hardware in the mail for that.
I guess I'll grab a few pics and throw them on here. Also got
some fighting pictures from Hunter's Moon on Aug 31.
8/22/2
I'm back from war. I took about 200 megs of pictures and am in the
process of weeding them down and cropping them. Then I need to resize
and caption them. When I grab some time I do some work. The link
to my war pics page will show up here. I didn't get any pictures of
the battles. I was fighting in them and was not interested in bringing
my new camera onto the field.
8/8/2
Here's what I might look like working. (and what I do look like when I'm
pretending to work.)
My friend Jeff made this to put on my car for extra cargo room for war. In his own words, "It's foocking
brrilliant." (Yes he had a bad irish accent at the time.)
8/3/2
Jenny driving her car off the lot. What to do with the rest of the day?
We could go to a Ren Faire 3 hours away and catch the last hour of it. Nah
We went up to Thatcher State Park (John Boyd Thatcher?). In the distance
you can see Albany's Empire Plaza.
They have very strict rules about falling there. If you don't fall far
enough you WILL get ticketed.
Here's an example of how far there is to fall. Those folks are walking
the trail and I was on the top of the cliff. (On the right side of the fence
of course.)
A worn out Jenny drives us home.
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