My outfit took a turn toward spywear, an appropriate expression of my personality. I found an African metal object in my box of odd accessories, stuck it on the coat as a badge, and became a Victorian paranormal operative. In the tents of the bodgers were all kinds of clothes and creatively crafted fantasy weapons. Many of the steampunk events occurred in rooms too dark to photograph, but here are some peeks from the lighter places.
I especially liked their attitude toward Zombie hunting. The organizer explained they were a protected species, so even though it might be prudent to carry a weapon, the competition would be determined by convincing the Zombies to give their brains up voluntarily. It reflects our local dynamic of peaceful coexistence with wildlife.
“I told the Zombies they wouldn’t need them any more.”