Well, it’s been a whole week since I arrived back from Burning Man and as the crisp fall weather officially starts to settle in I’m really starting to miss the dry heat of Black Rock City. I don’t think there’s any way I could accurately describe the event – an art festival, a counter culture congregation, a giant disco rave in the middle of the desert – all of those describe small facets of the enormity of Burning Man. The real trouble with putting words to my experience is that, well I’d be doing just that – putting words to my own experience. Every person there went to the desert with their own agenda and, to me, the essence of Burning Man is the acceptance of/ working toward every person’s unique burn.
I met some incredible people there, listened to many wonderful stories, and came back a different (and I think better) human being. So I hope with the small bunch of pictures I took, I can convey even an ounce of the greatness that is Burning Man.