I like to consider myself an advocate for diversity. I enjoyed Temple University over Penn State partly for that reason but I was not prepared for the clash-of-worlds experienced at Ricketts Glen. People who camp on Easter weekend are a combination of godless heathens, gentiles, and apparently Indian Americans.
An Indian American family camped immediately across from us and my head nearly popped when Lakshmi and Ritesh began singing Stephen Foster songs while the parents assembled their fishing gear. Had the father pulled out a guitar while the kids were singing, my head may have popped. Geez, America is good at pushing people through the sieve of US culture.
90% of the pictures I took were bracketed (a dark, normal, and light picture) that I later combined.