The first thing I did after getting my bike off the transport trailer was ride it down to center camp to see what was around there.

Nice that voting is part of the art at burning man!

     

This guy was drumming on that metal thing in his lap. It sounded like a marimba or something like that. There were many different tones, depending on where he hit it. Most of them had a very plesant sound.

After a little while I went back to Green Tortoise camp. By this time it was stirring.

Green Tortoise camp consisted of a big field of tents, a huge living room, and about as much kitchen as they really needed to feed us.

     

One of the drivers had New Jersey in his armpit. It's where he's from. Not only that but he really considers the place an armpit.

     

It was way too hot in most of the tents for people to be there. The ravers who spent the nights dancing spent the days trying to sleep in the living room.

The guy in the tutu explained that he had been walking on the esplenade in boring white guy clothes and somebody had pulled him over and declared his outfit "a fashion emergency." The tutu was the solution.

     

  

I'm still not sure what good solar power is to artwork that looks like a stump.

     

  

The path around the dragon amounted to a maze you could walk contemplatatively. The dragon's torso seemed like a place where there might be an alter or something. That guy looked rather metative and in the moment, so I left it to him.

  

The supersized statue of a dancer was the only artwork that somebody had told me about at center camp that morning.

The temple got me. Click above for the details.

     

There was a separate memorial for Tom Kennedy, who also died last year. It looked a bit like the dorsal fin on a shark, with memorials of various kinds pasted onto it. Click the "Moblie politics" for the best read I found there.

  

  

 

Talk about a bleakly named theme camp...