Here are a whole slew of photos from Ye Olde Nerdfest -- also known as the "James Arthur Annual Renaissance Festival". Yes, nothing like sampling crappy wine (with maybe the exception of Nebraska White), knawing on a giant turkey leg, then trying your greasy hand at archery. (Who's the genius who put drinking and archery together, anyway?!) Click to enlarge.
A quick negative abstract of barbed wire that surrounded some of the vines.
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Haha! I jump into Lanette's shot!
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I believe that this was the "Wench Walk", though I'm not sure. Basically it was a giant belly dance by women of all shapes, ages, and sizes. This lady seemed to be an old pro.
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Of course, there was falconry, too. This bird (a red-tailed hawk) was huge! Apparently it likes to eat rabbits.
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Now for like the past two months, Josh has nothin' but whine about my sweet sweet 10-22 superwide lense. He says it distorts people way too much -- anything at the edge of the frame gets strectched horizontally, sometimes with comical results. The only response to such criticism is to make sure that I take lots of photos of him with this distorting lens. ;)
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One of Josh's journalism-class friends from UNL. She's playfully doing the "Ah know mah rights! You can't take mah pitchuh!" schtick.
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Holy crap, it's Gandalf!
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These two guys were jugglin' fools. One of them would dance in the background and play a violin; the other would juggle dangerous things and tell corny stories. Their act was a little rusty, but they were pretty darn talented.
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Near the end of the act, one of the jugglers picked Rob (Lanette's husband) out of the crowd to help out with the burning torches. Rob's a chef; as the italians would say, he's a' no' a'scared of the flambé.
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Me n' Josh pause to chow on the better half of what appeared to be a former-kickboxer turkey while Lanette shows off her handiwork to Rob.
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Josh tries his hand at archery -- he stuck the troll in the throat. :)
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Lanette took a couple shots, too. I won't tell you where on the troll her arrows landed; it's too painful to put into words!
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A couple parting shots of the red-tailed falcon. We had a pretty awesome time; I'll probably do it again next year, if I'm still in Lincoln. I'll post Lanette's shots and a link to Josh's shots once I get 'em.