Black Rock Burn
Photo by ra hirschi at Burning Man 2005














The tribe is gathering on the desert about 100 miles due west of here. The local grocery and dry goods stores are jammed with people taking advantage of their last chance to buy provisions.

Burning Man starts today and I'd like to be there. Every time I see all these folks go through town it makes me want to join up. In many ways these look like my people. You can see it in their eyes, they still very much believe in possibilities, and so I'm drawn to them.

About a week later, as they all stream back through town, and look like people that truly have been lost in the desert for weeks, usually covered in a deep layer of fine playa dust and ash, their bikes which looked so nice on top of their cars a week ago destroyed, tents and gear all trashed, I think, well I made the right decision to avoid the whole thing, then you look closely at them, and their eyes are sparkling, and they are still grinning, and only looking for a hot meal and five or six hot showers.

East Ely Rail Yards















On a recent road trip to Ely I spent a while in the rail yards of the Northern Nevada Railroad. Reminded me of the hours I spent in the rail yards in my home town on the high plains. Living only two blocks from the roundhouse and switching yard provided a great opportunity to a 12 year old kid. We'd go there at night, or on a Sunday afternoon, and climb on and through the railcars and equipment, always on the lookout for the railroad detectives that were known to show no mercy to children.

Interesting picture. Try to find the focal point.

The Empire State



















Frog on the transplant's turf in Williamsburg.

Into the oven.


















The colors in the sky this night looked like hot coals from a fire tossed into the blue ocean.

Hoods in Muccabull Springs!

The town filled up with hoods.
JD's.
They were all over town, showing their colors and strutting their stuff.