|Photo booth ready for customers.|
In spite of the summer sunshine and heat, I had effectively created a cool cave in the middle of the field.
Alas, business was slow--as in nonexistent. A conflict with another larger event kept many of the event participants away. Few had the funds or interest in getting a portrait done, despite favorable comments about the sample pictures. Even other merchants noted the lack in their sales.
|Busker entertains the "crowd"|
|Main Pavilion lit up for evening activities|
|Interesting scissors masquerading as a dagger|
We had a big awarding ceremony on the last night. The local chapter executive (our "Baron") just recently stepped up to the High Seat. Robert, the Baron, never had a portrait done in his finery.
I set up an appointment with Baron Robert for just after the ceremony.
I knew Robert could get distracted, so I came up with a plan to make sure he came to the booth:
Right after the ceremony, I borrowed the Baron's High Seat and lugged it with the help of a friend (It's made of oak and quite heavy.) to the booth and set it up. I made no secret that I did this. Sure enough, Baron Robert strolls in looking for his Seat. He admitted that my kidnapping the Seat was a sure way to make sure he made it to the shoot.
|Baron Robert the Stout|
Afterwards, I helped Baron Robert disassemble the Seat and pack it up for transport. It seemed only fair.
Sometimes a little subterfuge can be a good thing.