The things they DO have make up for anything that might be missing in their neighborhood: an art studio in the basement, inspiration flowing from the pores of their skin and a collective conscious for cooking, merrymaking and creating.
Fellow couchsurfer Anne and I branched out this morning to Pioneer Square where we found a great coffee shop called Zeitgeist. They sell 8 oz. to-go mugs for people like Brian who hate when baristas overfill Americanos with hot water! They also have vaulted ceilings, plug-ins, gigantic windows for people watching and free free internet connection. Zeitgeist, you win.
I've been dying to tell my story of Burning Man since I left Missoula all the way until I flew back to Seattle. The following pictures are really only a glimpse into the experience, as I didn't carrying around my camera but twice the entire time. And even the two moments I did let my camera tag along, it mostly sat in Brian's giant orange pockets, longing to capture images for me.
I'm sure everybody has had this dilemma before - the tilting feeling of wanting to capture moments with their devices against the pure desire to simply experience what is going on around you. The latter won, for the most part, in my technological struggle.
Thankfully, though, I felt the compulsion to pull out the ole' Powershot during one of the most breathtaking sunrises I've ever been apart of and two of our friends romped around with their professional cameras every day and night (except when they were passed out on cots.)
Instead of writing a play-by-play of the three days I was blessed to spend at Burning Man this year, I will blot words and phrases underneath the photographs I took. I will also highly encourage any of my artistic friends to muster up an art project and go experience this beautiful week in the desert for yourself. You will not regret an ounce of it.
- - taken on the way out of BM . . . Tigger encouraged the idea - -
The. Hardware. Store!
we have feet and legs to get us there.
we erupted.
wakey wakerson!
a borrowed bicycle for morning expeditions
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni.
Climb up to the crows nest and wave in the wind over fire & lights for a fresh perspective every few nights . . .
Our home.
Scooch into the Cushman
Awaiting the arrival of rays and snowflakes.
six o'clock
5 Hours in a Blue Teardrop . . . the meeting spot for aunties and Jeeveses
sad palindrome.
The Man.
Always bring your fuzzy green blanket jacket.
Dumb mud. (Not.) I heart playadust.
energy transfer.
the Cushman!
So many dynamos!
Business sucks, but it's picking up!
Buddha dude on our job box.
Contemplating Rug Burn.
let's have bizarre celebrations, let's forget to forget to forget well.
homeward free.
blue balloons floating up with the sun
some more...
and some more...
ups!
Until we meet again.
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
