Right before vacation I shot a couple of assignments - one being a summer camp.
I wasn't sure what to expect as I drove out west to Fairfield. I had gone to sport camps when I was younger, but never a history camp.
When I pulled up, I was surprised to see a bunch of young boys decked out in old costumes; guns and all. I had thought they'd be reading books or something.
After I introduced myself, the camp leader told me they were about to have an hour lunch break and insisted he run the kids through a small performance for me. I told him I'd rather wait around, but he wanted to do it.
So I acted like I shot it, didn't fire a single frame.
Why? Because I knew how I was when I was younger at summer camp during lunch. I'd inhale my sandwich and drink and then goof around for the remaining 55 minutes.
And that's exactly what I got. I am glad I got there when I did to get the kids being kids.