The gate, where you wait for security guards to check your pockets and bags for items ranging from drugs (every day) to cameras (when "the artists" don't want their photo taken) and umbrellas (when it seems cloudy enough to rain or the sun is really beating down).
The Bobbleheads. Good for a shake or shade.
My partner in crime and sister, Sarah, with me.
The confusingly/cleverly named Which stage, with Damien Rice performing.
A Rice close-up.
An Adam's arm close-up.
As you can imagine, weeks without rain plus 80,000 (according to a USA Today article) people walking all over means LOTS of dust.
More dust, with a big screen side of Ben Harper.