Not very coherent or poetic, but WOW is the closest word to describe how I feel. The entire experience felt like a dream, even when I was standing on the playa in the middle of a howling dust storm with the desert sun and salt-alkali in the soil sucking the moisture from my skin. At night, the desert calmed and the sky cleared to show a million stars. Thousands of beautiful lights sparkled throughout the city and the blackness of the playa was pierced by stunning displays of neon, laser, and fire.
It's going to take me a few days to shake the dust out of my brain and think in more sophisticated terms than "wow," "awesome," "cool," and "sweet." So for now, here are a few pictures of what I saw out there.
|Black Rock City, Nevada|
|30 foot tall dancing woman|
|Center Camp at night|
|Dust storm at the Temple|
|my favorite place to sit and watch the City|
|Me in front of camp. Like the outfit?|
|my friend's gypsy art car|
|art in the dust|