After seven visits to the big, fat, whatever that is Burning Man, I’ve come to expect giant, glowing crustaceans on wheels; people dressed as Mohawk Indians on Segways; scary, hulking machines that walk;, and all that. This year didn’t disappoint. No time to write much now. Below are three photos, then I’ve got to run away and do clean-up work.
1. The Man had plenty of kindling this year for a monstrous flame.
2. Me halfway up a metallic butterfly on a pedestal. You could make it revolve with muscle power. The bottom interior is soft and furry.
3. I visited Rachel, a Seattle acquaintance I met at the 2003 Burn, in Tramp Stamp Camp. She put a flaming cat on my back.