Picks

Every year, the Whare Flat Folk Festival organisers choose a token to identify festival goers, usually in the form of a pendant on a cord that can be worn as a necklace. This years was a pick, of the guitar sort. Mine was blue. The camp was full to overflowing with musicians and listeners, all ensconced in tents and vans, enjoying the wonderful weather. Though there were photo-opportunities galore, I tried not to aggravate people by shooting them as they made merry, and looked to my own family and friends for these photos.

Some 'sessions' were opportunistic and al fresco

Others were under the tarp and well miked

Daughters of festival-going fathers became entranced by some of the talent and sought to get to know them better. Fortunately, these bluegrassies were gentlemen.

And these young women, discerning.

This whistler captivated the audience with his virtuosity and brought the marque down, metaphorically and literally.