She’s such a kool kitty, she has to wear shades. Seen here riding around the city:
Bride and Groom at their wedding reception in Pink Heart
Halcyon, host at Pink Heart. Needs no introduction to Burners
Event is wrapping up. Lots of camps are striking and exiting. WordPress or my bandwidth is limiting the pictures I can upload. Let’s see what we can do….
Doriandra and Erik playing the Center Camp stage.
Alien Siege Machine burned last night, but before it did:
I caught Big B taking in the sunset from on top.
Teacher was very skilled. I could tell he had composure and experience in the chaos and dust that is open playa.
I visited the Temple today. Always deeply moving and reverential. There is a profound silence out there except for weeping and on this occasion a singer, a Capella. Mystical. Powerful.
Found camp of dear friends Dorcas and kitty Karen, Spank Bank, where the infrastructure is set up to administer spankings in many ways with many different devices (no photos available)
This poem by Ranier Maria Rilke
Spirit speaks to each of us as she makes us
Then walks us quietly out of the night.
These are the words we hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like flame
And make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourselves lose me.
All typed out on a scroll of parchment. Rolled up and tied with golden thread
So much activity. Down-time does not process it all. The fatality here on playa was hard, very hard on some. We provide Crisis Intervention Teams for occasions like this. Needed by many. Poor CIT members worked days without sleep.
Man burns tomorrow. I shot him from deep playa with perfect light and perfect backdrop.
Embrace burned this morning. A first! Morning Burn.
I went on the mobile art tour today, riding in an enormous art car shaped like a VW bus. We heard about various art pieces from a curator, who built it and factoids about a few of the many, many installations.