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Saturday, August 29, 2009
The Only Shots I Remember Are The Shots I've Missed
Last year this guy asked me if I'd take a photo of him and his daughter, she was due to arrive the next day or something. The Folk Festival can be a bit on the big side, but I didn't see him again for the rest of the show.
This year during the set up, I found him working behind the Railroad stage and mentioned how I felt badly I hadn't been able to get that shot and he said "She's HERE!" and called her over.