Woodstock is a really small town. I wasn’t sure what to fully expect, but it was definitely nice: peaceful (ha, ha), creative, and colorful. There would have probably been more to photograph had we not gone on a Monday–maybe live music or something–but I still had a nice time.
These stones were laying out for people to play with :)
Seeking refuge from the rain
Huge candle wax statue, dedicated to George Harrison
Woodstock’s firehouse (for the boyfriend<3)
Third and final camping post will be up soon! Hunter Mountain :)