I don’t have to remember that “Holy ****” (insert expletive of your choice) feeling I got after climbing to the top of the ridge and seeing this scene, because looking at this picture now gives me the same sense of awe and amazement as the real thing did the first time. (right click the pic and choose ‘view image’ or ‘open image in new window’ to see a larger version)
Woodstock 1969 was marketed afterwards as ‘Three Days of Peace and Love’, but in reality, that event was a poorly organised disaster zone during which they had to call out the National Guard. Watch the movie, it was a total shambles.
IOW1970 is remembered more as the time when those naive dreams of the sixties died, yet look again at this picture. It’s hard to imagine ever being in a more crowded environment than this packed arena, yet what is this teeming mass of unrelated humanity doing? They are sitting peacefully together on the grass in the sunshine, just chilling out, for the fourth or fifth consecutive day. And when it was over, they all peacefully dispersed and went home.
The love part isn’t quite as visible, but I’m pretty sure there was some of that going on, too.
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