It was bright and sunny when Rod and I landed in Kansas City, but the clouds got pretty interesting on the way to Emporia. I felt I probably ought to keep my hands on the wheel, so I did not take these pics on the road!
I thought this was a particularly artistic shot of the bug splats on the windshield. ;-)
It started to rain just as we pulled in to the hotel.
Oh my, that is some serious bling by Alexandre Sidorov.
The dudes makin' music after the BBQ on Friday night. I'd gotten 3 hours of sleep the night before, I was soooo tired.
by Joe Rundell
by Andrew Biggs
Hee hee! By Lee Griffiths
by Lee Griffiths
by Ron Smith
by Brian Powley
John Barraclough and me
Me and Andrew Biggs
work in progress by Chris DeCamillis, I think I could have drooled over this all day...
by Chris DeCamillis
Apparently Fred Bowen was taking a picture of Joe Rundell's brain, but I missed that shot because someone left my camera on video mode... oh well.
Scott Pilkington, why are you beating up Roger Bleile? I can't remember...
Ron Smith and Joseph
Saturday was all about sharing what we do, so everyone put out items and portfolios and it was great to see everyone's work.
by Diane Scalese
This looks like serious discussion. But it probably wasn't.
Woo wee, engravers in lights! The Saturday reception was held at the Emporia Granada theater, a 1920something (?) theater that was recently restored. Wow.
Bling! Saturday night reception.
Saturday night reception, John Barraclough and Rod Cameron.
Saturday night reception.
Andrew Biggs takes Emporia!
I sure enjoy the musical entertainment that happens in the evening at these events. Here's Ron Smith, Rod Cameron, Fred Bowen, and Winston Churchill pickin' guitars.
Hey, someone took my camera! That's me drawing a scroll-tailed rooster on Roger Bleile's napkin.
A very captive audience for the guitar-pickin'.
Amy Armstrong and Brian Powley
Sunday morning, the signing of the aprons. I don't know exactly how many there were but this long table you see stretching off into the distance here is about half of them. Everyone signs all these aprons, and everyone takes one home. Cool! Raise your hand if you wanted to shorten your name by the time you got to the end of this line though, wowzers that's a lot of autographing.
Aww, when these grow up they'll be vises!
Now those are starting to look more familiar.
Sunday morning schmoozing.
Roommate mug-shots! Amy Armstrong and me.
The group photo on Sunday morning. Ya'll rock! And I'm not sure why I have a weird reflection on my shoulder.