Camping next to band camp...

 I took the 4 kids camping this weekend to the camp where all the band families go for the week in our town.  There were dozens of kids there for mine to pal around with and every night we could scoot across the street and see the how far the band had gotten in their routine.  MAN, those kids work hard.  No, seriously,  those kids work hard.  They range from 8th grade to 12th grade and they are working their behinds off.

My older 2 sons want to be in the Marching band, so I thought we would go and we could check it out and the boys could see what it was all about.  Well, by the time we left, my niece, who lives in our district, decided she was all about color guard too.  So, I guess it was a good trip.  The kids were mesmerized and I can think of worse things than learning a killer work ethic.

I, of course, had the opportunity to shoot the camp.  It was nice and I know a lot of the kids already and they were fun to photograph.

The last 3 shots are from the last night.  The seniors march down the lane by their cabin and the rest of the band line the street.  At the end the entire band meets in the middle and they hug and they cry.  It is very emotional and sweet and powerful.  There is a lot to be said for rites of passage.