Recently, I’ve been writing about the not-so-great things that have been happening in my life. Maybe, it seems like I’m in a down period, but the truth is, I’m actually doing pretty well, and it’s only because I’m not in a down period that I’ve been able to blog about my hyper-focus, my friendship issues, my habit of second-guessing. So, now I think it’s time I write about something fun: Jam Camp.
One of the many hats I wear is that of a musician. It’s a cool, wool felt fedora with a peacock feather in the band. Between my writer hat and my musician hat, I’d be hard-pressed to say which one I love doing most. They’re both such integral parts of my identity that I don’t know who I’d be without either in my life.
Last weekend, though, I was in straight-up fedora mode, helping to administrate the first Annual Vacationland Jam Camp. The camp is my mother’s baby. She’s wanted to build the Bluegrass community in Midcoast Maine for a while now, starting with the festival we hosted for two years, then moving on to teaching classes through various Adult Education programs. It was at one of her classes that she met the co-owner of Searsport Shores Ocean Campground, where we held the camp.
Mom’s spent the last six months putting her camp together along with the help of the campground’s owners and a few of her other Bluegrass friends. Overall, I’d say it was a big success. While attendance was small (about 30 people), everyone seemed to have fun, and mom was able to bring in some top-notch teachers. Registration is already open for next year.
I had the honor of photographing the event. I got to play with a new camera, take pictures of happy people playing happy music, and pursue my obsession with macro photography in the wonderful gardens at Searsport Shores.
It was such a great time, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Thank you all for reading.