| | Our first view of the playa and Black Rock City. This temporary city is BIG. |
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| | This was all we could do in the afternoon heat of the first day at burning man. |
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| | A view down our street, Mizzen. |
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| | Good shot of the Spiro-Dome. Under the flags was a platform to sit on. |
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| | Mitch making spirographs with Wes, the reigning spirograph champ. |
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| | Water truck! Keeps the street dust down, and provides a handy shower! |
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| | The Spirograph crew setting out to give away snow cones to deserving folks. |
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| | This was the first art car ride for the snow cone crew. |
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| | Kelso, our limo driver (long story) reads a poem in memory of a friend's dog. |
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| | Caught in the open during a big dust storm. It continued for at least 30 min. |
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| | Home at last after the storm! This was before the rain started. |
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| | Goggles and dust masks helped some. |
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| | Ice was one of the few things you could buy in Black Rock City. Very popular. |
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| | Burning Desire was the name of this contraption. Second day of snow cones. |
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| | This guy really deserved a snow cone. |
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| | It's hard to see, but the head of this metal-scaled dragon shot huge flames. |
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| | Porta-potties decorated like Easter Island heads. |
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| | Art car critters out near the Temple of Joy. |
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| | Random art rising out of the playa. |
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| | Some neighbors dressed in nothing but RED. The film doesn't capture it really. |
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| | Crappy picture of Dr. Megavolt pulling an arc off of his 8-foot tall Tesla coil. |
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| | More Megavolt, while the fantastic tank-girl-esque dancer looks on. Wowsa. |
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| | Who said burning man was safe? A burned hand (Dave) and scratched cornea (Rik). |
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| | This is what was left where the 60-foot tall wooden man used to be. |
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| | These chimney sculptures were used on burn night. They were glowing red hot. |
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| | Looking down the Promenade toward the Temple of Joy. Gives some idea of scale. |
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| | Closer shot of the Temple of Joy. |
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| | Pencils and blocks allowed you to add your own messages to the temple. |
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| | A collection of fireball-shooting flowers. Quiet at the moment. |
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| | A closer view. The fireballs were at least 20 feet tall when these went off. |
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| | A shot from behind the bunnies. |
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| | Mitch playing the organ at the Aural Reef. |
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| | One of many public burn platforms. Burn whatever non-toxic stuff you like. |
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| | A look across our side of the city, with fires at the public burn platforms. |
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| | Yahoo with a flamethrower, not really fitting in at the subdued Temple burn. |
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| | Sorry about the caution tape. The Temple of Joy fire starts getting big. |
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| | The spire must have been 60 feet tall, and it was dwarfed by the flames. |
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| | At this distance, the fire was uncomfortably hot. |
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| | Random polaroid of Stu, me, Christy, and Mitch after the Temple of Joy burn. |
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| | This giant whale drove around the playa, with movable flukes. |
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| | Starting to take down the Spiro-Dome. |
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| | The cars were packed pretty full. Note scrawny guy with goofy tan lines. |
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| | Rik looks lost without his dome. |
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| | How are we going to get this stuff clean? |
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