The amount of effort it take to get to Burning Man every year
seems to increase. This year I had virtually zero time to prepare,
a third of my camp got scammed when buying tickets, and
I could feel I wasn’t in the right mental space at the start of the week.
My burn this year felt like it went by way too fast.
The days just slipped by, like my foot was grounded to the accelerator.
The nites were super cold, and I was exhausted for almost all of them.
But my heart stayed open for this whole week.
I’m always grateful for the people I meet.
For ten minutes.
For a day.
Thank you for keeping me coming back.
Thank you for making this festival what it is to me.
There are a lot of photos here.
Here we go.
Harvey (the RV) loves to challenge us. Thomas evaluates the situation.
Waiting out the traffic by crushing potato salad.
Kevin makes his entrance as a virgin.
Hayden and Ky.
Our dome at nite. Complete with bar, DJ, lasers, and snow making machine.
Couch potato nite.
Joey. That’s me.
These girls were wonderful. I wish I saw them again.
Robot Heart at sunrise.
Zach. Aka St. Terrible.
Playing a show at The Man.
Mer and Allie.
Those eyes tho.
I run into this stunning woman everywhere.
The first time at the burn in 2011.
Again at the burn in 2013.
And in Costa Rica in 2014.
There’s something special about her.
And probably more than one thing.
This guy and I had a connection from afar.
Respect the beard.
Another Robot Heart Sunrise.
Can’t remember her name.
But she was fun.
My Little Pony Panty Party.
The perks of having a well prepared nurse as part of our camp.
IV drips when needed.
Photos from a performance at Dragonfly Den.
Zach and I went romping around in the white out dust storm.
We got lost.
And took some photos.
Kat and Harry.
This guy made some freakin’ cool music.
Before I got to Burning Man, I reached out to River, who I follow on Instagram.
She had posted that she would be at the burn. I asked her if we could get together
to take some photos. I ended up seeing her a few times that week.
We decided to get out and shoot on Friday afternoon.
Friday afternoon ended up being the coldest, windiest, dustiest afternoon I
have ever experienced at Burning Man.
The conditions were not ideal for keeping one’s eyes open, let alone attempt
to do any sort of photo shoot.
But we did it anyway.
River was a lot of fun, and had a real lively energy about her. I was really
glad to meet her. She brought along her friend Sabrina as well, who
I was happy was there – she made a really nice addition to the shoot.
I just wish I had more time and less brutal conditions with the two of them to shoot and play.
Maybe next time.
Here’s what we got.
Our camp. 9:30 and H.
A dusty Joey.
Until next year. I hope.