2006 - The 1st Ever IAC NW Camp

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hambone
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2006 - The 1st Ever IAC NW Camp

Post by hambone » Mon Nov 19, 2012 6:26 pm

Just a simple photo but it changed so much in my life - so many adventures, too many 2 AM stumbles to count.
Thanks to all of you.
This was the first ever, with Jasan Spiffy and me as the original Godfathers of Camp. "Long may we rain". This is a Kodachrome slide too, NLA, RIP, gave those nice bright colors...
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Post by DjEep » Mon Nov 19, 2012 9:36 pm

I almost didn't see the dog.... good camo!
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Post by Xelmon » Tue Nov 20, 2012 12:06 am

Sweet picture man, didn't know that it started around then!

Kodakchrome indeed. I forgot how nice of pictures KC made. Too bad that that film has now been abandoned.

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Post by Sylvester » Tue Nov 20, 2012 6:14 am

Great picture, I am all for the photos! Is that leaves on the ground? It looks a little muddy, but the KC may be tricking my eyes. And the urban concrete camo pants, never fools the snipers.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue, I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod, The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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