Woodford (Queensland, Australia; Boxing Day to New Year's Day every year) was fun as usual.
Each year, I seem to develop an unintended "theme" to my Woodford experience. The first year, it was eastern European Jewish/gypsy dance music; the second was bluegrass & old-timey string bands; the third was politics and environmentalism; the fourth was slam poetry.
This year's theme seems to have been talking to people; I repeatedly ended up skipping bands I was planning on seeing in favour of continuing conversations with random folk I met around the festival. Tons o'fun.
Signology were up to their usual work:
Wonderful puppets:
Slammers at work:
NYE in Circadia:
Flaming ghosts, NYE:
New Year's Day:
I have no idea who this is, but she had the best voice of the festival, doing backing vocals for a surreal redneck romance spoken word piece:
Woodford at rest:
That 1 Guy, NYE:
Looking across to the Duck & Shovel:
The eternal Woodford photographer's dilemma; slow exposure and blurring, or flash and dust?