It was an absolutely moving, beautiful year at Pickathon.
Kristen and I roamed the forest on a journey to capture the spirit of the camps at Pickathon. Our focus? Community.
How did Brunch Camp form? When did the first piece of bacon sizzle and tempt a friend family to form around it? These were the types of questions we filled our minds with. No one told these people to do this. They just do. Nest Camp builds an amazing, intricate nest every year of sticks and moss and nostalgic trinkets that makes them a home on one of the rising hills deep in the forest at Pendarvis Farm. The camp I helped form, Camp Beer Tree, all started because someone gingerly hung their empty beer can on the tree standing in the middle of camp. From then on we decorated our majestic tree with every can, hanging it with the enthusiasm of a kid decorating for Christmas. Don't fret, we recycle them all afterward ;) But it is this kind of idea that sparked in so many people we encounter at not only Pickaton, but every festival we have attended.
The concept of community comes so naturally to human beings. It's almost like we can't help but make it happen. Suddenly we care, suddenly we are territorial, suddenly this is our camp, our little slice that we celebrate with themes and costumes and wine bags tied in trees. It feels good to be a part of something.
We were humbled and amazed and insanely grateful to have been tasked with this rare gift. To be the eyes that get to share the stories of your communities with the world. Thank you!
WE JUST LOVE IT YOU GUYS! KEEP IT UP! See you next year <3