Burning Man Photo Walk Announced! – Stuck in Customs
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Jun 2017 : Thursday
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Burning Man Photo Walk Announced!

Come join the event here at the Facebook Event!

Do you like taking photos or perhaps do you like people taking photos of you in all your fabuloso Burner gear? Well come on out and join this fun event – this is my 8th annual photo walk in Black Rock City and all are welcome! 🙂 It’s great for beginner photographers all the way to advanced – bring anything from a mobile phone to a DSLR! We’ll roam the streets of BRC and capture some of the magic of Burning Man together.

I’ll be giving lots of tips and tricks to help you on your own creative journey. We also talk a lot about the creative process and how it can be quite an active meditation bringing more consciousness, presence, and awesomeness into your life. So, come, bring a friend or three, and let’s have a ball. Word has it that we’ll get a bunch of Burner Girls (and guys!) too that just dance around and have thousands of photos taken of them.

And after, we’ll share all the photos here in the Facebook event. Check the comments in the event to make some new Instagram friends with fellow photo walkers too! 🙂

We’ll meet outside of Center Camp at TUESDAY at 6:30 PM and start the crawl from there!

Here’s a few of my favorite Burning Man photos from the past 7 years! 🙂 You can always see more in my Burning Man Album on Smugmug.


Embrace 2014

The ground shook and the air crackled as the metal bent and strained around my body. The screams went animal and blood fell folded back into the sand.

Here’s my bestie Rene Smith up atop Lord Snort! He was spinning quite fast, so it was a fun photo to take. We had early entry this year, so we were able to visit a lot of the art before it was covered with too many people. This is actually the site of a small tragedy, as one guy lost all of his fingers while trying to jump onto the head as it was spinning around.

Trey Ratcliff

There in the gypsy’s creation. It pulsed around us like a thick red vein; a timeless conduit that promised to hold a time machine between worlds. And, I’d have it no other way, as every time machine should come appointed with the comforts of the sultans as they slowly wind throughout the edges of the Orient. The colored lights cast new tones and shadows upon the rich, supple textures. Small windows around the edges gave outward portal-glances to worlds and times that whizzed by, each one inviting a new pause to the story. The light, I noticed, did something unexpected as it tumbled and flowed and rolled across the skin, drifting over small sinuous shapes as the crimson rays slid up and over the flowing curves of a dune in the middle of a faraway desert. The lines would only stay a moment before the wind blew them into a new form. The light tore time away from the shapes, and I could not figure out what was happening until much later in the story.