Today, I'm back to work in front of a computer and feeling not a little bit wrecked. I put down my camera mid-afternoon and went home to develop the three rolls of 120 that I had shot that day. Then after fortifying myself with heavily pasta dinner went to go dancing in the 'young person's' finale at the festival.

That was Beats Antique at Stage Three. I squeezed into the front center stage and danced my saggy ass off in the midst of all the twenty-somethings. I think I did pretty fine but there was that one other photographer who was pointing at me and laughing a lot. I'm curious to see if I showed up in some Reddit theme about age-inappropriate behaviours.

As I said yesterday, the Vancouver Folk Fest was nearly drowned by constant heavy rain. But by the late morning it had lightened to a drizzle and then was just cloudy for the rest of the day. (Today it looks gorgeous)

You could describe it as raining cats and dogs this morning at the Vancouver Folk Music Festival but I think all the cats and dogs I know would have more sense than to stand in the deluge. Yet, people did show up, not just this stalwart. I'll have more to report later but am still uploading pictures from this morning. After digesting my dinner I'm back out there for the evening.

Some weeks back I visited Las Vegas for the first time in almost 30 years. In the intervening time since I rushed through it as a teenager tagging along with parents I missed the transformation of the old school gambling mecca into the adult playground it has become. As a teenager I have vague impressions of sun-baked hotels, dark dungeonous casinos (and being chased out of them for being underage) and the neon tapestry of the night. I barely remember the old Vegas, actually, and now only know the new one.

Still a bit tired out from last night. I spent about two hours with the Seabus party people riding the ferry from downtown Vancouver to North Vancouver; then onto a nearby wharf where they partied it up for a little while. During that time I did some portraits with my extremely portable setup.

I've been to a number of Zombie Walks now but stopped going because it's so much work. It's not the walking, it's the running around taking photographs. Plus, to be in the spirit of things, you have to be part of it, not just gawk and not just take pictures. So I hadn't been there for three or more years so I was amused to see that the hordes of the undead had swelled. From the picture below I would estimate 2000 easily, and probably more.