three weeks in August

I packed three cameras for this excursion, and as many pairs of socks; three pairs of socks do not last that long, even if one manages to keep them less than odoriferous. Instead of washing my socks or venturing to buy new ones, and they were available, I took spent my time taking photos. Being impatient, wanting visual stimuli, I had rolls developed while on the road, at any lab I could find; the results were costly, though the prints are of fair quality.

Documenting the people I saw, family and friends and strangers, and the places, another set of stories can be related. There are, of course, the easily told stories, the first ones that come up when someone asks about the trip; common high school friends long lost; frat boy stereotypes actualizing, disgusted; sunsets countryside, etc.

Here are a few that might not have made a story had I not clicked the shutter. The rest can be seen here (there, on Facebook).