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Thursday, September 4th, 2003
On Friday night, the Burning Bellies (Belly Dancers) danced their way from SoLo Collective (theme camp) to Center Camp, where they were met by other dancers from other camps, then danced out to the Man.( Collapse )
Glass-blowing, out on the playa...
I keep having nightmares about the fact I missed Burning Man this year.
I am gonna start planning NOW for next year I WILL not miss it again.
|Photos from Burning Man 2003
This was my first Burn, and wow, what an amazing time..
Like a Phoenix rising from the fire, I was reborn..
I didn't take as many photos as I would have liked, but here is a link to them. Whether you went or not this year, enjoy!
dont know what to say.
it was definitely different this year.
took me a bit longer to find the flow that i could jump in and be carried around
lots of magic still happened
serious magic and that is good and always a joy to find
those damn rocks were amazing
i want one in my office
i would love to sit on a rock and float and type :)
didn't take as many pictures as i wanted
although i was surprised to find i took 150 of themhere those be
I went to BM in 2000 and 01. I really wanted to go this year, but it all fell apart. So I wrote a poem instead. ( Collapse )
i took a friend to burning man this year. it was her first time. she loved it and hated me.
ah, well... it seems i needed to learn a big lesson about gifting... Current Mood: apathetic
|Statement of art car driver who witnessed the death of a burner
This is a statement by the art car driver who was driving the art car when it killed a lady. This *ISN'T* from me, but was forwarded along to me by a friend of a friend. ( Collapse )
Please forward this on. I know that Burning Man can be a place where rumors run rampant. I want this person's story to be understood so there can be no miscommunication about it.
It's a sad story. I'm hoping to find some information on where I can donate money to her family. It could have been any of us, not being careful, not watching what was going on. My friend runs the airport, and saw two large crashes out there this year as well, where one person died and more were injured.
It just reminds us that even though we were in a place of freedom and self expression, we still need to be careful.
|"So," someone asked me...
"...what did you see?"
I saw a fellow in a sarong and bare feet walking past carrying a sign saying "Free Hugs" and gleefully shared one with him. I saw dafydd
enjoying his one night of drunkenness a year, wearing a duck on his head ("They tied it to my backpack," he told me, "so my head can't fall off") and staggering through a tunnel of Christmas lights wearing a pair of MagicGlasses. I saw a pair of eyes manufactured from electroluminescent wire hovering in midair, looking back and forth, blinking, taking everything in. I saw a school bus that had been converted into a Spanish galleon, sailing across the desert, followed by a white whale with a tail that rippled as it moved along. I saw - and rode in - a foot-powered carousel that was easily 40' across. I saw the Man, 35' tall atop a 40' pyramid, outlined in neon, wreathed in fire and backed by smoke, fall gracefully to his inevitable demise as the residents of Black Rock City cheered and wept and sang and danced and celebrated in 30,000 different ways. I saw people practicing yoga and capoiera and contact improv in the Center Camp Cafe.
I saw beauty. I saw joy. I saw Home.
(crossposted from my own journal) Current Mood: content