Philadelphia Folk Festival 2003
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August 21-24th, 2003

These pictures were taken with my 35mm camera and then scanned by Wes.  (thank you Wes!)
Some of them have blacked out corners- my lens cover sometimes sticks.

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To view these in the correct order: Start here, scroll down.  Then go to the top of the next column
and scroll down, then the third column.  Enjoy.

Bart, Ken, and John at my dad's site.

Debbie and Holly in the Concert Grounds.

John did it! See the beer in his hand? Good job, John.

Adam mug shot.

Ken (my dad) in his famous hat.

Sam bobbing for beer.

Wes and Tina waking up in a hot tent

Grounds committee parade outside the main gate Saturday evening.

Sam's a pro! And look, it's a tasty beer...

Tina's ass and Steve's smiling face.

Holly and Adam.

Adam bobbing for beer.

Me in our campsite, John to the right.

Holly and Adam.

I think Adam plunged his head into that icewater more than ten times... and he still never got anything but chilly.

John.

Kristen at the Sunday Evening concert, as a hot air balloon drifts by behind her.

I think that's Jim Numbskull's ass. He's the one who made my nipple purple. He's in the 2004 naughty pics, too.

Steve.

John at the Sunday concert.

Some random kid here... I signed his ass, but not the "Insert Here" part.

Holly.

Andy and his daughter Layla at the Sunday evening concert.

Jeff was giving out Jell-O shots, so I drew what I thought looked like a dragon on his belly.

Holly, Steve, and Debbie in our campsite.

Holly and Adam watching the concert.

Katie covered in dots.

Sam and some other folks in the campsite next to ours.

Wes participating in a Sunday night tradition: Bobbing for beer. Imagine a cooler filled with icewater and one single bottle or can of beer. Cold! And hard to do.

Katie and Marco.

Debbie walking through the campground.

Wes came up wet, cold, and beerless.

Carissa, Monday morning.

Debbie.

John bobbing for beer.

Adam and Carissa in our campsite Monday morning. Isn't it depressing to see everything taken down, taken apart, and everyone going home?