Here are more photographs taken by my first husband. First off, a really groovy dude with some SERIOUS guns. Do you get arms like that just from whacking a tambourine?
This young lady doesn't look too pleased about having her picture taken but I love how Lynn managed to get her "Make Love Not War" button in the shot.
Dude! That weed got me seriously parched. Unquench my thirst!
An actual hippie wedding! In the woods! With sunshine! Um, no, I don't mean the UV kind--I mean a certain brand of hallucinogenic. Far-out, man.
And they lived happily ever after. Or at least until they spent one miserable cold winter at the commune, said "screw this s**t" and moved back in with Mom and Dad.
PS--don't miss the Tiny Tim clip over on the sidebar under "If It's Friday . . ."