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Friday, February 7, 2005
After a two year hiatus, bobarazzi - the photographer formally known as thirstydog, returns to the Great EsSkate. How I ever survived with so little fun in my Februarys I'll never know. I made the wise choice of staying through until Monday which meant the Super Bowl festivities were extra festive. Thanks for remembering me, putting up with all my camera shenanigans, i.e. being blinded by my flash on a night skate and special thanks to the organizers, volunteers, police, NSP and the weather gods. |
Liz is all smiles as our weekend in the "Sun?" kicks off. |
Peter standing tall, "Hey, I'm skating!!" |
We'll have that nasty pronation fixed for you in a jiffy sir. |
Beam her up Scotty; this gal's legs are already dematerializing |
Peter, Brian, Liz and Guy ready to get moving |
Da boyz |
Gene receiving a key to the city, yippee there's a city that loves skaters |
Margaret and Joe, before Joe was picked up by the cops |
Skaters over dressed for our only cool evening |
Walter and friends. I swear he's the only guy who shoots more then me at these things |
Way too early for a leg cramp, we haven't started skating. |
Scary surprise flash photo |
OK, let's roll |
Caught in the act |
Near miss in the near blackness |
Skaters UP! |
Skating with style man; how far away did you say the circus camp was? |
the bobarazzi, Margaret and Carl |
A bit shaky, but it's finally beginning to look like Florida |
Nothing shaky here; Bob and Barbie |
Notice the food is the only thing in focus; I'm famished |
Guy thinking he's not going to win anything, though Dan comes away with $175 in free food |
Late comers, Mark and Heidi out for a fashionably late dinner and drinks |
