My camera has an articulated view finder, which lets me hold it away from my face when I want to take pictures without looking like that's what I'm doing.



A random drive-by photo shooting.


This fellow came prepared in case a battle broke out.

The most attractive kilt that I saw was on a gentleman in line for something from one of the food vendors. I asked him what it was, and he said it was (I think) Weathered Chisholm. But I didn't get a picture. I spent the next thirty minutes or so walking around trying to find him again, so I could steal a photo. On my way out of the park, I stopped by the dancing competition tent, and there he was, piping for the dancers.


The photo does not do the tartan justice. I looked up Chisholm, and the closest that I can find to this one is "Hunting Modern." His beautiful hose look like they are hand-knit, and I love the brown ghillies.

I did not stay long at the dancers' tent. For one, I was on the wrong side, but I really don't know enough about it to capture my attention. However, while I was minding the piper, this very tall and very slender dancer came on:


Dancing on air

Well, that's all I have from bucolic Carrollton, Kentucky, General Butler State Park and the Kentucky Scottish Weekend, 2009.

Regards,
Rex.