Uncle Tom and I went last night to view the production(s) and bring the little actor back from Acting Out(side) Theatre Camp. Fifty campers were divided into six troupes that produced a scene from a play or movie. Each troupe had its own "theatre" in the woods, and friends and family of the troupers walked the trails from production to production.
I counted more than one hundred twenty cars come to see fifty children; it was crowded even when we were divided into two audiences and the toupers performed their scene twice. Often it sprinkled, once we were deluged with a downpour.
The entire circuit was close on three miles, and my bum ankle quit after two miles and four productions, the last of which included Laura. I was not in optimal picture taking mode, what with the terrain, the rain, the crowd, the jostling. At the half mile mark return from Laura's production, I saw the road to the car and took it, leaving Tom to congratulate the little actress and escort her offstage, as it were.
Without further ado, the troll scene from The Hobbit, Tom, Bert and William arguing the best way to cook dwarves.
Gandalf tricks the trolls into being above ground at sunrise, and little Bilbo is astounded to find them turned to stone.
These young women played the cauldron scene of Macbeth. The were excellent, appearing from three points in the woods, slipping through the crowd, and using the entire area, including the empty circle of benches to discuss what was in their cauldron.
The half mile trek to Peter Pan. It was so far away, Laura said, because the original site had too much poison ivy. I might have preferred that to the walk! I digress. The lost boys:
Laura is Running Deer, on the right. She did a fine job of hating Hook and spitting on the ground in disdain. Later, from behind a tree, she was the tic tic tic of the crocodile.
I was impressed with the quality of the work, and in my case, the level of learning of Running Deer, who did not know how to project her voice when she left home, or run through woods, jump fallen logs and hit her mark, all without her glasses.
I also saw a scene from the musical, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, but bypassed The Lottery and How Peanut Butter and Jelly Combined, which climaxed in THE BATTLE - The Company, for what is a production without cutting to the chase.
And back home, watermelon on the deck with Uncle Tom and Euba, through the looking glass back door. Every actor went home with a rose. A first class production.