Sep4 Burning Man 2012
Imagine trying to explain Disneyland to a child? Quite a challenge; they need to see it to even slightly understand it. It’s nearly as absurd a challenge trying to explain Burning Man to an adult. Yet here’s my attempt in a series of photos I took while attending the arts and music festival for the second time. A magical, altruistic, dusty wonderland, in photos.
They don’t just burn the man — it begins with fireworks that rival July 4th — then they completely blow him up.
Sunset over Black Rock City.
Josh plays doctor with some rum and a syringe.
The sun splays pink across the sky during a dusty whiteout.
A dark dust storm arrives on the Playa.
Home for the week: Camp Liquid Baptism, 9:30 & A.
Waiting for the evening to begin and enjoying the music.
Some of the wonderful people I spent the week with.
Burning the man.
Out at the Trash Fence, miles away from center camp, we found an open bar bustling with patrons.
After a night dancing, sunrise on the playa as seen from Robot Heart.
He said it was his birthday.
The photographer pauses for a photograph.
8:10 a.m., MSG‘s tutu after a long night.
Our new Canadian friends.
The Twins stayed at our camp. (There’s a camp on the Playa called Kidsville for kids to enjoy Burning Man, too.)
Someone gifted me these lovely necklaces.
A shipwreck on land.
Camp Boogaloo, our neighbors, hosted dance parties through the night and into the late morning.
Wall Street, before the burn.
Car Talk’s dusty cowgirl boots.
No idea who this is, but he was so happy when I met him.
A photographer with a film camera taking shelter in the Pink camp.
About two miles out, in a whiteout dust storm, someone yells “Santa!” and there he was.
Senset at The Temple is beyond words — or photos. It’s truly breathtaking.
Cookie dances the day away.
Preparing Black Rock City with lanterns for nightfall.
The movie theatre, set up on the edge of Black Rock City plays movies through the night.
My Playa People.
Choir on Sunday morning was astounding.
The South African moustache.
Apparition-like dust funnels emerge from the man as he burns.
Showing off some of my dance moves. (Photo credit: MSG.)
Stockings and a little bike trouble.
The Temple at sunset.