Ah, three song photography limits. At least it gives you a chance to get wasted with you friends and shoot funny crowd shots afterwards as you experience the perennial ecstatic brain melt that goes with the territory of an Explosions in the Sky concert.
No encore, as is customary, but the Texans sure know how to make undulating waves of guitar music speak to the masses, who were out in larger and more diverse numbers than our photographer, who's seen the band many times, has ever noted before. (That means you, girl and black dude!)
