Our camp was located on a corner at this great intersection where the world seemed to always be rushing by in all of it's magic, hilarity and wonderful, bizarre wackiness. I could sit on the dusty couches for hours and just watch people. Human Beings transformed into Humans Doing, without television or computers or even cell phones, roaming about the streets of Burning Man, everyone part of the most brilliant organized chaos I've ever seen, 55,000 people forming a city filled with communities and villages in the middle of an ancient lakebed in the Nevada desert. A city where freedom of expression is the law. It was like living an entire perfect lifetime in one week of existence. My brain is struggling to return to the "unreal world," the default world as they say. The experience was incredible and set between two perfect weekends in the Alvord Desert of wild Oregon. I've wanted to experience and explore both places for so long, and as soon as my bare toes touched the cracked earth of the playa, I knew I was home.
Stories soon.....for now, a few of the nearly 600 images, though they sure don't do it justice.