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.
At any moment you must be prepared to give up who you are today for who you could become tomorrow.
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