I realize that after giving out plug cards to my site throughout a weekend, it would be fortuitous if I actually had something about Dragon*Con on the front page, so that any new viewers aren’t hit in the face with social commentary or my more minutae ramblings, when ultimately they’re looking for pictures of themselves from the convention. This is coming a little later than I had hoped, because upon coming home from D*C, it turns out that my furnace shit the bed, and I’ve been without air conditioning in a stifling home for the last 24 hours, until an HVAC guy could come fix it.
Anyway, it’s going to be a little while for me to process through the 300+ photographs taken at the convention, so if you’re just here for pictures, I’d recommend tracking me down on Facebook, where I occasionally inform folks when I upload my galleries. Or, I certainly won’t mind having another reader, if you’re into verbose wordy opinions on a daily basis.
As for the photographs themselves, I say it often, but I’m definitely not a professional photographer, much less refer to myself as a photographer, in spite of the fact that I carry around expensive equipment. This will be no more evident than what I’m about to say, which is the fact that I went the entire weekend, with the image stabilization on my lens, turned off. This was the first convention with this particular camera and lens, and because I was so busy working on my Taric of the Fifth Age costume, I spent basically no time at all with my own hardware.
It’s about the noob of all noob mistakes I could’ve made, but it’s still a testament to my rig’s ability to compensate for my amateurism, because in spite of the lack of image stabilization, there are still more pictures that turned out good than there are ones that turned out poorly.
As for the convention itself, it was good. It wasn’t the BEST D*C EVAR in the sense that something tremendously awesome had occurred, but it also wasn’t WORST D*C EVAR, which easily puts in a winning class. I took lots of pictures, donned a costume that was received pretty positively, and I drank more than I really should’ve (again).
And as always, it was a pleasure to hang out with people, old and new, and I appreciate any new friends and acquaintances made over the weekend. Ultimately, that’s really the only reason I keep coming back year after year.