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My Gram was a part of the Camptown community for many years before coming to live with my family, so going to the Camptown Races was just something we always did. I remember as a kid (and young adult) piling into the car and going to my gram's to set up our lawn chairs at her house on 409 to see the runners. We would go to the start line to watch them take off, wander around the various vendors and then get a chicken dinner with some dessert before heading back to take our place in our lawn chairs. We would wait and make guesses on how long before the 1st runner would come through and when would the first female pass by. As the runners filed by we would cheer and offer encouragement. This year marked the 50th running of the Camptown races and I was excited to be able to photograph this event. I loaded up my photo gear and my mountain bike so I could get some shots from the trails. I arrived in Camptown, and the tent was a bustle of activity as runners were registering and wa...

It's funny how you can be at a place so many times and yet never really see what's there... One reason I love photography is that it allows you to really look and see!  I spent a lot of time at my friend's father's house as a teen and still. He is a car guy. He has a lot of (as he calls it) money in the bank. Some see that "money in the bank" as junk, but I see it as something interesting for my lens to look at. While some friends and I were gathered at Bart's house catching up and visiting, the camera twins united and went out to photograph! I love how old rusted, abandoned vehicles look. There's always so much character and memories wrapped up in those rides. So I will leave you with some photos of the cars in Bart's backyard... I also stepped a bit out of my box with these photos. I generally stick to what you see is what you get, and do very little in editing with filters and such. I have been experimenting more and more with PicMonkey and w...