Posts filed under 'EschaCon'
Couldn’t resist posting a couple of nature shots from the picnic…
Mama Bear and Baby Bears look on as Papa Bear sticks his head in a tree to forage for honey.
The Atriots prepare to descend on the picnic site like a swarm of… eaty things. 
In other news, a more comprehensive collection of my EschaCon Picnic photos can be found here.
Maybe now I can get back to catching up on the photos from my last trip…
September 7th, 2005 at 10:44pm
Posted by Eli
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Photoblogging
Okay, that’s it for people pics from Philly, although I probably have a few non-people ones left.
Will update with link to more comprehensive online gallery as soon as I have it set up. In the meantime, you can check out more photos chez NTodd, oldwhitelady, The Kenosha Kid, spork_incident, radsaq, and radsaq.
The Hokey Pokey is a perilous dance for the unwary.
Scout prime motions for someone to remove bigvic from the side of her face. Matt and karmic_jay are bemused, whatever that means. If you look really closely, you can see watertiger, Young Thers, and Woody in the batting cage.
NTodd helps me demonstrate how camera geeks do staring contests.
Spork_incident admires Feral’s… limb.
September 6th, 2005 at 11:53pm
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Photoblogging,
Rabid Lambs
Okay, I finally finished processing everything, and I think I have just enough left for one more batch after this one.
Um, is taking 180 pictures in a couple of hours abnormal? I’m never really sure about such things…
Mount Brushmore revisited.
The Fifteen-Year-Old and the Five-Year-Old in a rare oasis of calm half in, half out of the sun. This is almost certainly a trap.
DAS attempts to convince Greg that he has his nose, with little success. Sisterofye, Megan, and NTodd look on with varying degrees of concern, alarm, and glowyhands.
Watertiger convinces Rosie and Thers that raspberries do go with pretzels.
Bereft of energizing raspberry infusions, Rosie is fading fast.
Just… about… gone at this point. Not even the lights in her legs can keep her awake now.
September 6th, 2005 at 10:04pm
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Rabid Lambs
I got tons more still, but I think I’m winding down on postable stuff (assuming I didn’t run out two posts ago) and will put the rest up in an online gallery somewhere.
Spork_incident extols the virtues of his plastic camera, as the ever-vigilant Kenosha Kid maintains a lookout for ocelots.
Spork continues to reprise his role in The Graduate, and-
Is there an ocelot on me?
NYMary receives a benediction from Woody, as NTodd searches his soul for answers.
Atrios subtly reveals his dark side during an unguarded moment. Greg clearly senses something is amiss, but can’t quite put a finger on it.
September 5th, 2005 at 09:54pm
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Photoblogging,
Rabid Lambs
Okay, almost checkout time and I still haven’t packed (ugh), but here’s some more pics to tide y’all over ’till I get back home…
I took some moonbatting practice pics as well, but obviously I have a… broader perspective than NTodd. Not to mention a stronger instinct for camera preservation.
“Quick, Atrios! Look serene!”
I know the watertiger and the dog can coexist peacefully.
Wifi? Who needs wifi?
Not karmic_jay, QuiltLady’s finger, sisterofye, oldwhitelady, Mr. QuiltLady, bigvic, or the top of scout prime’s head!
September 5th, 2005 at 11:06am
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People,
Photoblogging,
Rabid Lambs
Well, we didn’t quite get enough interest or people (maybe if we pushed it) for a game, but we had a nice time with some casual batting practice. Typically uneven for me, but Woody was a star at the plate and in the field, after a bit of a rough start.
Since I was in the field or at bat the whole time, no real action shots, but I have plenty of pictures of the picnic afterward.
Mmm… clouds… (I think I can see my invisible buddy’s house from here!)
There appear to be a few silhouettriots as well.
Major beardness! Prior Aelred, Woody Guthrie’s Guitar, and Mr. Quilt Lady.
Note that the Prior’s inner radiance makes a flash quite unnecessary.
“Wow, that was an awesome beard picture,” you say, “but I sure wish I could get a better look at the Prior’s beard and one of his spiffy headphones.”
Your wish is my command.
Feral Liberal, shortly after being reintroduced into his native habitat. We attempted to coax him down with nuts and berries, but he just snarled at us and scampered away.
September 4th, 2005 at 06:40pm
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People,
Photoblogging,
Rabid Lambs
