My father travels in time. Every year he spends a few weekends and extra days when he can steal away in the eighteenth century. Specifically, sometime during the French and Indian War. I’ve gone along with him, as I can disguise myself well enough, although I am not as knowledgeable as he is… I’m sharing some images, mostly captured by him, of encampments that evoke the bygone history of our nation, during a time when independence was not yet breathed of, but in the crucible of this conflict, teh tools were forged that would fight and win the freedom of our nation.
