On the occasion of a short week end in the south of Belgium, we had the opportunity to visit a colleague that loves WWII stuff. "Stuff" is way not enough to describe the burning passion of a community that, on some occasion, gather on historical sites an create for a couple of days a real camp.

Everything's in there: Vehicules, clothes, music, blue smoke of exhausts, muddy shoes and barbecues. Left the beer that remains, and always will, belgian....We unfortunatelly came in the afternoon of the first day, where the camp was still troubled by the settlement of the toilets, the snack bars, and the (noisy) arrival of the last participants as well as the first visitors.It was tricky then to keep the frame free from any "modern disturbance", trying to render the old times atmosphere... Old times for an old camera, here are shots done as usual with my Nikon F3 HP and kodak TMax400. Lens was probably again a 50mm.

And the last one taken in a church nearby...