Yes, I’m back from Burning Man. I’ve been back for a while, but it often takes days, even weeks, to recover from such a whirlwind of emotion and stress and craziness and magic.
I did not end up taking nearly as many pictures as I had planned to, in part because my bike broke mid-week (and the city is so huge you simply can’t get around on foot unless you’re insanely fit) and then I managed to get horrid blisters AND tear some muscles in my legs so for the last part of the week I was pretty much trapped in camp.
Here is a selection of the shots I did manage to capture, mainly of my friends. It was a strange, wonderful, painful, unexpected week, and that is how Burning Man is sometimes 🙂
(Be warned, there is one shot of exposed breasts, just in case you are offended or bothered by such images)
My friends and I biked across the city to find the beloved pirate ship. We all spent several years helping to build it, and it was wonderful to see it out on the playa. My friend Andy is the designer who created it and did much of the welding work. His blog is here if you’d like to know more about him and his projects.
A view of one of the little fire pits near Center Camp, looking out into the open playa.
Yours truly on my sweet handmade playa quad bike. I loved this thing. Nice bench seat, fabulous Big Wheel handlebars, LED lighting (Naturally). Unfortunately a critical weld broke so it wasn’t usable the last half of the week.
The view from the top of the small tower in our camp. Being able to get up high and look out over the city, especially around sunrise or sunset, is a wonderful thing.
The amazing El Pulpo Mecanico, one of the most fantastic art cars at Burning Man. Here the creator, Duane Flatmo, is lighting the propane-powered tentacles in preparation for a night of glorious poofing 🙂
My dear friend A. brought his big kite-thingy (I forget what the official name for these things is) so we rode out to the middle of the playa, in a dust storm, and had a good half hour of fun (Until the sunburn drove us back to camp).
Each year I like to take a shot looking down the street near sundown. There are always people coming and going, highlighted by the clouds of dust and the waning sunlight, casting magical shadows over the city.
Two of my best friends. The heat of midday tends to suck the energy right out of you. Playa siestas are just part of life there.
My good friend B. taking pics of the Believe installation. Every year this artist, Laura Kimpton, builds a new word to bring to the playa, and it always becomes a playground and photo-hound favorite.
And yes, Burning Man has a roller rink 🙂 . Every year a group of intrepid souls gathers the materials and roller skates and hauls it all out to this horrid desert so complete strangers can roller skate to awesome disco and 80’s music.
With B. onthe tower. This was her first year and I think she had a blast ❤
Another shot of El Pulpo on my first night exploring the art out on the playa. Oh how I love this thing. How can you not??
So, there is a bit of a story behind this photo: I have been the Priestess of the White Dress, with my friend Steve Doberstein, over on the El Pulpo worship page for a couple of years now (A group of dorks who like to play dress-up and adore great works of Burning Man art). Its one of the most epic art cars ever created and we absolutely love it. One night at the burn I saw that El Pulpo was just down the street so I ambled over and there was Steve, who I hadn’t actually ever met in person, and we met and hugged and it was awesome and then he introduced me to Duane Flatmo, the Almighty Maker, and Jerry his loyal assistant, and they both knew the Priestess of the White dress from Facebook and were pleased to meet me (Squeeee!), and Steve took this wonderful picture on a digital camera that spits out prints (Man, Polaroids have evolved) and it was pretty damn glorious.
So I go off to wander the playa, all happy and drunk and glowy, and I’d carefully tucked the precious photo into my pocket belt, oh so very carefully, and I kept checking that pocket like a nervous hen, and yet when I got back to camp the pocket was completely empty. I was absolutely devastated. I’d already been having an emotionally difficult burn and It took until the next day for me to convince myself that I wasn’t going to let the loss ruin my whole week. But even after I got hope I couldn’t stop pouting about it. It really cast a shadow over my burn.
And then, one day, Steve looks through his camera and realizes the picture is still there 🙂
Two of my favorite people. I love this shot, and I can’t fully explain why. Yes, semi and full nudity are quite common there, and it’s a nice thing because no one freaks out about it, it’s not necessarily sexual, it’s just humans being human, in whatever way makes them most comfortable.
That was my week. There were so many other moments that i could not capture on my camera, but the memories will always be there. If you’d like to see some wonderful professional photos of all kinds of people and things at this year’s burn, check out my friend Andrew’s album on Facebook 🙂