A few years ago I learned about this thing called “Burning Man”. I watched videos on YouTube, gazed over countless photo galleries, read articles at BurningMan.com … At the risk of sounding melodramatic, I felt called to it. I knew that I had to go. Burning Man 2011 came and went. Burning Man 2012 came and went. The stars finally aligned in the form of two dear friends, Alison Rogers and Glen Sampson. They went to great lengths to help prepare me for the burn, from introducing me to people I’d meet on the Playa to lending me some camping gear, to giving me lists of things I would need to survive for a week in the desert. Their assistance was invaluable – without their mentoring, my first trip to Burning Man would have been fraught with dilemmas. If you are thinking of going to Burning Man – you MUST find someone to help you prepare.

I debated a lot over whether I would shoot photos out there or not. Part of me wanted to shoot like a mad man, as I knew the Playa (the term used for the ancient lake bed desert floor that Burning Man occurs on) would be a visual playground. Another part of me wanted to just leave the camera at home and only experience BM through my eyes and other senses. One of the pitfalls of being a photographer is the strong temptation to experience life through a lens, rather than through your own bodily senses. I decided to be cognisant of this potential issue and simply allow myself to do whatever I felt like. That amounted to carrying my camera in a backpack about 75% of the time. I promised myself that I wouldn’t shoot much – that I’d spend my time EXPERIENCING – after all, two of the 10 Principles of Burning Man are PARTICIPATION ( Our community is committed to a radically participatory ethic. We believe that transformative change, whether in the individual or in society, can occur only through the medium of deeply personal participation. We achieve being through doing. Everyone is invited to work. Everyone is invited to play. We make the world real through actions that open the heart.) and IMMEDIACY ( Immediate experience is, in many ways, the most important touchstone of value in our culture. We seek to overcome barriers that stand between us and a recognition of our inner selves, the reality of those around us, participation in society, and contact with a natural world exceeding human powers. No idea can substitute for this experience.)

As a photographer, NOT interacting with my environment photographically would be, in a sense, depriving myself of some level of participation and immediacy.

I arrived in the Reno area around 5pm on Sunday 25 August. The Black Rock Desert – home of Burning Man – is less than 100 miles from the I-80 exit. Sounds pretty painless, given that the drive to Reno is pretty easy.

These 97 miles took from 6pm until 3 am to complete. The migration of 68,000 people along a 2 lane road is no small feat:

Traffic stretched along highway 447 for as far as the eye could see. It was common for the traffic to be stopped for 30 min at a time. People would shut off their vehicles, get out, hula hoop, walk around, meet the “neighbors”, and find ways to pass the time.

I finally reached the entry gate around 2:30 am. Something very interesting happens when you enter Black Rock City. They have a welcoming committee: You get out of your car. Someone from the Burning Man organization approaches you, gives you a HUGE hug, and says, “Welcome home!!” I was only mildly amused by this, given my sleep deprived state. It would be a day or two before I started to appreciate what that meant – and now that I’m “home” in the ‘real world’ (or “default world”, as burners call it), the “welcome home” greeting means worlds more. For first time burners, aka virgins, they then have you get down in the dirt and make a “snow angel”. Burning Man occurs on an ancient alkali lake bed. Imagine a desert floor, but instead of sand, it has chalk dust. A snow angel in chalk dust dirt… I was even less amused at this, but I wasn’t about to begin my Burning Man experience by saying “no” to something. I was committed to being a participant. So, I got dirty, received my “What, When, Where” guide book, and drove toward my camp site.

I finally reached camp at 3:00 am Monday morning. I parked my car, put on a coat (it can get cold at night in the desert), hopped on my bike, and embarked on my first exploration of Burning Man. What ensued was a week that is difficult to communicate entirely. Burning Man is truly like the “zero point field”. It is vast in breadth and depth, both geographically, sociologically, psychologically, spiritually. People from all over the world make the pilgrimage here to experience something that is so profound, it is worth the incredible expense of time, energy, and resource to arrive. When you are on the Playa in such an incredible assemblage of people, anything can happen.

First a word about The Man and other effigies… Each year, there are two main effigies built on the Playa by the central Burning Man organization: The Man, and The Temple. Each year a different architect is commissioned to design and build these magnificent structures. At the conclusion of the week, they are both burned. Burning works of art is part of the Burning Man experience. It’s a demonstration in immediacy: the present is all you’ve got. Hanging on to the past or the future is a lie and a waste of time. The slice in life in front of you right now is subject to disappearing at some point: your cat, your job, your significant other, your house, your vacation, and… the artwork at Burning Man. Drink it up. Immediately.

The UFO section of the man is enormous. There are stairs leading up into the base of The Man. Inside of it are 3 floors. The man itself reaches 140 feet high. In the center shaft of the structure is a piece of meteorite that impacted the Earth in the 1500’s.

The meteorite chunk would be left in The Man for the burn. Whoever finds the meteorite in the ashes after the burn gets to keep it as a “playa gift”. Gifting is a central tenet of Burning Man.

Burning Man is not just a destination in the middle of the north Nevada desert, but a mentality – even a way of life. To that end, Burning Man encourages the development of regional organizations to create art and events on a smaller scale, both to make the Burning Man experience more available to more people, and to keep the spirit of Burning Man alive throughout the year. The regional organizations are invited to apply for the opportunity to crreate art that will be displayed and then burned near the man at the annual Burning Man at Black Rock City. The Utah team created a piece giving homage to Arches National Park and called it Psychadelicate Arch.

Members of the Utah C.O.R.E. (Circle Of Regional Effigies) stand atop Psychadelicate Arch.

Psychadelicate Arch at night.

Psychadelicate arch burns.

Burning Man is not just a local or regional phenomenon; it is a truly international community and event. The Russian camp created an incredible effigy, “The Cradle Of Mir”:

You never know what you’ll find cropping up out of the playa at night.

The Idaho C.O.R.E. (Circle Of Regional Effigies) project.

Burning Man is a caucophany of the sacred and the profane, each given equal importance on the stage of the mind and heart. Want to commemorate the death of a loved one? Got it. Want to learn how to turn your genitals into stamp art? Got it. Want to take tango lessons? Got it. Want to walk around naked all week? Got it. Dress like cookie monster? Got it. Want to go to the TED Talks and rub shoulders with some of the most progressive thinkers on the planet while dressed like Cookie Monster? Got it. The pure, whole humanity of the experience is hard to fully describe – it’s like trying to explain the color blue to someone who has been blind from birth. One afternoon I went out into the deep Playa to explore some of the art installations that were far removed from the center of the city. I found an effigy dedicated to those who have lost a loved one to suicide:

On the mummy that hung from the noose, were written messages from mourners:









The loneliness and sadness of this particular effigy, contrasted against the bleak landscape of the Black Rock Desert, made for a subject I couldn’t adequately describe with just one photograph.

A man and woman sob and embrace after writing a message on the effigy.

Here’s the thing about Burning Man: it’s solemnity is matched only by it’s love of absurdity and play, tough potties are no joke: it’s absolutely forbidden to relieve yourself anywhere but at the porta potties.

Graffiti on the inside wall of a porta potty.

Burning Man is not just a bunch of seriousness – whatever you want to find and experience, you will find it. A couple of my buddies…

decided to get married…

….go to the honeymoon suite…

…and then get divorced 11 minutes later, courtesy of the Reno C.O.R.E. project.

An enormously long string of balloons stretch up into the sky. At night, they were each illuminated internally with LED lights. They stretched far higher than what my camera’s frame would capture.

Art cars are a huge part of Burning Man culture. These are vehicles of any shape and size that have been modified to look and function in a novel way. As I was returning to camp from seeing the hangman’s noose effigy, I heard some amazing music playing. I followed my ears and found a huge dragon with a dance floor on the roof of it. All vehicles are restricted to a speed limit of 5 mph on the Playa – so it was easy to ride up to the dragon on wheels and listen to the music as it drove along. Soon other people on bikes were doing the same. We looked like a school of fish swimming alongside a whale. Soon the dragon stopped next to The Temple. We parked our bikes, and people just seemed to appear out of nowhere, coming into the light from the dark playa, to form an spontaneous dance party.

The music was absolutely beautiful – I’m not good at describing electronic music, but it seemed to be a trance / house fusion along with some incredible violin playing. I went up into the art car, onto the roof toward the DJ booth, to find that there was a live violinist performing! Think Lindsey Stirling, minus the stupid dancing and with music that is actually super awesome. This is the kind of thing that only happens on TV or in movies – and yet, here I was, in this incredibly picturesque environment, bathed in these amazing sounds, surrounded by beautiful smiling people dancing, sandwiched between a dragon on wheels and the sacred Temple. I honestly wondered for a moment if I had died and arrived in heaven.

The Mayan Warrior was another one of my favorite destinations. This art car is a rebuilt tour bus. The mask of the warrior was painted by famed painter Alex Grey (some of you may recognize his work on Tool albums such as 10,000 days). This art car had a habbit of playing the most amazing house music. I spent many hours, several nights, dancing to the hypnotic super groovy music from their featured DJs. The Mayan Warrior came all the way up from Mexico.

Though some art cars are moving dance clubs with sound systems that would put many rock concerts to shame, some cars were just awesome to look at.

A camp from San Francisco built a skate park. It was a large bowl in the shape of a heart. I brought my board and spent a few hours riding. I was the shittiest skater there, but I still had tons of fun.

If you are going to teeter totter, why not do it all the way?

Warning signs are both hilarious and right to the point at Burning Man.

One camp put on a “flame thrower arcade”, complete with flame thrower shooting gallery, flame thrower ski ball, and quite possibly the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen…

Flame Thrower Dance Dance Revolution. Each player donned a flameproof suit. It’s slightly hard to see, but there are 3 flame throwers aimed at the face of each player. When you mess up, you get blasted in the face. No joke. And remember kids…

I cannot tell you how many insanely dangerous things happen out here every minute of every day. It’s a testament to the human survival instinct that, in a city of 68,000 intoxicated people playing with fire, climbing on things, riding on questionably safe vehicles… nobody dies.

Just taking some precautions, you never know what a night on the playa will bring. 3:45 and C is the address I was camped at.

There were some incredible dance clubs that were created on the Esplanade (the ‘main drag’ on the Playa). At night, I would typically just ride out by myself and let my ears and eyes guide me. As soon as I saw or heard something I liked, I’d ride toward it like a moth toward flame, without a care in the world. I always found myself in the middle of some truly breathtaking circumstances.

One night I was wandering around, just following my ears to find music that I loved, and I ended up in the Sacred Spaces Village. I walked in and danced my ass off for quite some time. I was absolutely entranced by the music. The DJ’s set came to an end, and as he made his exit, he said his name. Emanicipator! This is one of my favorite electronic artists, and I had no idea that he was performing there. Incredibly delightful, serendipitous things like this happen all the time on the Playa. Some call it “playa magic”. Though this isn’t his set, this is a short video that might give you a bit of a taste of what Sacred Spaces Village looked like:

A theme camp for people fighting Alzheimer’s Disease. (okay, maybe not).

Burning Man is full of educational opportunities…

Including TED Talks. I spent the better part of a day at the TEDx Black Rock City conference. Here’s a photo of Dadara on stage.

A camp from Washington D.C. put on a comedy / improv class, which I attended. Super fun stuff.

Going into Center Camp was a reminder that this was not just a huge camp out: This is an actual, functioning CITY, complete with a public works department, emergency personnel, etc. Center camp serves as a town square, of sorts. You can buy ice and coffee here (and that is ALL you can buy on the Playa. Otherwise, there is no commerce). There are several performance stages inside the massive tent at Center Camp. There are sofas, pillows, art installations, bands playing, people doing yoga, etc. In a sense, it felt like walking into the cantina from Star Wars IV when Luke and Han meet Greedo (except there are nothing but good vibes at Center Camp).

El Pulpo Mechanico, a giant steampunk flame throwing octopus.

Video of El Pulpo in action:

This art installation was of an skeleton of some ancient aquatic creature. The skeleton is segmented and attaached to ropes and pulleys so that you can make it “swim”. Between the blue light bathing it, the canopy flowing in the breeze, and the motion given to it by participating burners, this creature really did appear to be a swimming ghost of some extinct creature, brought back to life just for Burning Man.

The photo does not depict it, but these flaming globes are spinning. This piece of fire art kept eliciting thoughts of “the tree of life” and “cherubim and a flaming sword”. If that doesn’t make any sense, go ask one of your active Mormon friends about it.

The DiscoFish, another awesome art car / mobile dance party.

“I can tell you exactly what it is”, said no burner, ever, abut this thing.

A couple enjoys a cozy chat in the middle of a dust storm on the Playa.

…aaand then there’s the woman.

Truth is Beauty sculpture created by Marco Cochrane. I could not get enough of gazing at this magnificent form.

Video of “Truth is Beauty”:

I liked this. #worstpunever Check out the website for the Like 4 Real project: http://like4real.com

Why do you walk around on the playa dressed like Little Miss Sunshine at 6am? Because you can.

A daytime view down one of the main roads leading toward The Man.

Burning Man welcomes all ages. From young kids…

To middle aged kids…

…to old kids.

Burning Man has a gift culture (It’s one of the 10 Principles of Burning Man) It is customary for people to bring something they can gift to people they meet on the Playa. One of the guys I camped with, Marc, made the “pickleback” his playa gift. The pickleback consists of a shot of whiskey and a shot of pickle juice. He brought countless jars of homemade pickles – pickled tomatoes, pickled carots, pickled squash, pickled cucumbers in many styles – to share with people on the playa. He would ride around with this box fixed on his bike and offer the pickleback to as many strangers as he could. He served literally hundreds of them during the week. I had my pickleback pickle popped this week. It sounds funky, but a shot of whiskey and a really good pickle actually go together really well.

The man during the day – still an impressive, imposing structure.

Some art is meant to be climbed on.

At the end of the week, on Saturday night prior to Labor Day, The Man BURNS!

I love watching things burn, I love fireworks, yes, of course… blah blah blah. I experienced something on the night of the burn that I have never before seen or felt. In preparation for the burning of the man, essentially the entire population of Black Rock City gathered around it in a massive circle. Within this circle were about a dozen different troupes of fire dancers – or “fire enclaves”, as they are called in the Burning Man world. Each enclave represents a different region of Burners. For instance, Utah has it’s own enclave. Each enclave dressed and danced differently. It reminded me of watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics, with each nation having people on the field representing them in a massive performance piece. Lastly, the various art cars – and there had to be hundreds of them – pulled up around the outside perimeter of this gathering and formed a wall of throbbing sound – it wasn’t coordinated, they were each playing their own music for their own crowds. The cheering, the fire dancing, the drumming, and the throbbing dance music from the art cars gave the desert a pulse. that you could feel and couldn’t keep out of your ears or guts. The air was ELECTRIC with anticipation and the common positive energy of nearly 70,000 people. It was tribal. There was something primal and yet futuristic about this moment. I looked around in amazement and realized that this is what my ancestors did. Insofar as I’m a reincarnated being…. I’ve done this before. I felt a strange and wonderful sense of reconnection to a part of my human nature that I’ve not had the opportunity to experience before in this incarnation.

Video of the fire dancers:

Finally, after incredible amounts of anticipation, the playa erupts in fireworks.





The fire is so hot, it creates a series of mini cyclones that emanate from the fire and toward the audience. Here, we see 2 obviously formed funnels and a third is about to emerge from the blaze.

I spent a lot of time at The Temple. The first night I arrived, at 3 am, I rode my bike out to see it. Each year the temple looks different and has a different name, this year, it is called The Temple Of Whollyness.

Since 2001, The Temple has been a key feature of Burning Man. This year’s temple was designed by Gregg Fleishman. The Temple building team’s official website explains this year’s design:

[quote ]The Temple of Whollyness will offer Burning Man participants an opportunity to ponder how to become more whole with themselves and the world. An epic central pyramid with an 87’ x 87’ base and 64’ tall, it will be designed with sacred mathematical proportions and constructed using our innovative building techniques. Unbelievably, this majestic Temple will be crafted completely out of geometric interlocking wood pieces that fit together without the use of nails, glue or metal fasteners. The Temple’s name is derived from the idea that spirituality is a balance between three states of mind – to be holy, holey or wholly present. We hope our Temple will be a safe haven for participants to wholeheartedly reflect upon how to live their lives in their divine power rather than letting their polarizing beliefs and the inevitable chasms – the holes in their hearts – lead them astray from joy. [/quote]

A tradition of the temple is to allow people to write messages on the walls of The Temple. Many of these messages are directed toward loved ones who have died. Some are messages to the living, some to one’s self. The Temple offers a place for contemplation, meditiation, prayer, and reconciliation. Having been born and raised Mormon, I have grown up in a culture that places utmost value on Temple building and Temple worship. I’ve been to LDS (Mormon) Temples countless times and participated in all of the ceremonies and rites that it has to offer. I knew that the Burning Man Temple would be impressive, but I was not prepared for what I actually experienced.

When you enter an LDS Temple, you are asked to be reverent. Upon entering The Temple at Burning Man, I could not help but be reverent. As I crossed the threshold into The Temple, I was nearly overwhelmed with a sense of the sacred. There was a presence in that Temple that I have only ever experienced before in very small degrees. For my Mormon friends, I want you to imagine being in the Celestial Room of The Temple and then multiply that feeling by 100. That is a crude approximation of what I experienced.

As I walked around and read the many messages left on the walls of The Temple and felt the spirit of that space, I was overwhelmed with the realization that people are trying so hard to do what is right. People are longing for peace, and my heart broke and went out to them all. My heart was overcome with compassion, clarity, reverence, and peace. I contemplated my own struggles and wrote messages on the walls to key people in my life – some of whom are not with us anymore and some who still are. The presence I experienced there was both heart rending, healing, and ennobling, all at the same time. It was impossible to resist tears for more than a few minutes there. During the course of the week, I spent a lot of time at The Temple. One evening, after having chased the most amazing music all around the Playa, dancing to music that made me feel like I was in a movie – I made my way to The Temple and slept there until morning along with a few dozen other seekers.

Again, from the Temple Builder’s website:

[quote]At the axis mundi of the Temple there will be 12 ‘x 12’ Inuksuk altar. “Inuksuk is an Inuit word meaning image of a person’s spirit, often used as navigation aids. These structures are composed of stacked rocks in a human form. Their traditional meaning is ‘.’” The statue will be fabricated out of black igneous basalt stone. For thousands of years, the Black Rock that our city is named after was a welcome sight for weary travelers crossing the arid desert and was a key landmark for settlers on the Emigrant Trail. Our black rock focal point in the Temple will ground the Temple space and also act as a guidepost for those looking for the right direction and a safe passage through this life. [/quote]

The Temple held a particularly deep significance for me this year. Later in the week, my friend Ben and I were able to place the ashes of our recently passed friend Jason on the altar of The Temple prior to it’s burning.

The last time I saw Jason was when I dropped him off at the airport to travel back to West Virginia to stay with his family. His passing was tragic, unexpected, and 50 years too early. I’ve been struggling to cope with his passing; it’s hard to describe how it felt to hold that container of his ashes in my hands. Placing them on the altar of The Temple to be consumed with all of the other sentiments, sacrifices, and prayers of my fellow burners was my own little sacred experience.

I am deeply grateful to Ben for bringing Jason out there, finding me on the Playa, and facilitating this otherworldly reunion between three old friends.

On Sunday Night, the final night of Burning Man, The Temple was burned.

The Temple awaits its sad and joyous fate. The burning of The Temple, with all of the writings and memoirs places inside and on the altar, will create a profound emotional release for thousands of people who have confided in it this week. It is darkened on the inside, illuminated only by the flames of those who are about to set fire to it.

The crowd sits in nearly perfect silence as The Temple is humbled before us.

As the walls of The Temple collapse into a smoldering pile of embers, we are reminded of the ephemeral nature of all things – and the importance of fully experiencing that which is presently before us, as all things will pass. The burning of The Man and The Temple evoke sentiments of the legend of The Phoenix – a knowledge that ends are not ends, but part of a cycle of new beginnings. I felt an intense array of sadness, release, and brilliant renewal as I watched these effigies burn.

See video of the Temple Burn here:

It’s difficult to summarize what Burning Man meant to me. The first night I went out on the Esplanade, I was humbled to see all of the art that had been created with such care, at such a large scale, transported at such expense, all to be burned within a few days. I spend so much time thinking about ways to make my art and experiences permanent… it was humbling to see this entirely different way of looking at things. If one were to get excessively hung up on the fact that these pieces of art would not exist in a few days, it would be impossible to fully, exuberantly enjoy them now. It made me realize how many opportunities for joy I have short circuited just because I know they will some day fade. For years I’ve had the attitude of “If I can see the end from the beginning, I don’t even want to start”. Burning Man challenged me to accept opportunities and fully live them, even if I know from the outset that they will end – and maybe even with some tears. There’s a lot of love that I’ve let slide through my fingers because of this. I’ve allowed this aversion to loss to cheat me out of a lot of good love and life.

I found myself longing to share the experience with someone. Sure, I was there, I saw it all, but there is something about sharing that makes an experience even more rich. I’ve done my best to show you some of the beauty of Burning Man via photos, video and words – but ultimately – you had to be there. I watched many couples around me enjoy the richness of sharing transcendent experiences together. I want that. I want to have a brilliant relationship with a woman that I adore. I am not sure if I’m “ready” for that, but at least, now, I can own that desire to share and create memories with someone. Each year of my life is like one of the effigies of Burning Man. It will come and it will go – very quickly. So there you have it. I want love in my life. I want to experience the giving and receiving of it. Life just isn’t as rich when you are a solo artist.

The other big takeaway for me is that I am capable of playing on a much bigger scale than I have been. Seeing the unabashed creativity of those around me was profoundly inspiring. I have returned to “the default world” with a new commitment to say YES to opportunity and to play on a much bigger playing field.

Last of all – I have found my tribe, my home. Black Rock City and it’s dwellers are my kindred spirits and I will return.