I'm bundling the last few days together. Not because there wasn't much going on, there was! Late nights, early mornings, delicious Thai food, and Mexican food, and mud pie, bagels, scones, alcohol, belly laughs, plate licking, drippy cupcakes, great conversations about least favourite words, serenading Karen, and music and scents from the concerts across the road. But somethings are better left to the imagination.
I think Karen hit the nail on the head with this sign, kind of credo, that set the whole tone for the workshop. She covered everything, every little insecurity we had, she didn't belittle them, she just told us to leave them at the door.
(I'm not sure what Kerry was doing. Probably having a great time with his new friends. I was too busy to think about him.)
(Don't we look fierce?)
I gave Cole my Canada hat, because let's face it, I'm not a hat person. I was pretty tickled to see him wear it for his camping trip on Karen's blog.
As happy as I was to see Kerry, I was so very sad to leave Hanna House. I may or may not have cried for a long time, until Kerry said "next year when we go back..." and I wailed "this was a one time thing!"
Moral of that story: If you have taken Karen's Photographers' Workshop, save your pennies and take her Hometown Workshop. You won't regret it.
I'm really slacking on this blogging thing.