During the afternoon a big dust storm kicked up. When that kind of thing happens, the only sane thing to do is "frog pond", meaning hide from the weather with everybody around. We used the truck for that. That happened twice during the afternoon, but I only took pictures this time. This couple met in "Will Call Camp". Apparently people that really wanted as much Burning Man as possible had to wait until they opened the gate at 12:01 AM Monday morning. They camped in the will call area until then, hence the name. He has many ideas for

The other time we frog ponded with a young Native-American woman named Rose and her guy. She would much rather I called her an "Indian". I'm reluctant to do that because Silicon Valley, where I'm typing this, has lots of south Asians who call themselves "Indians". Anyhow, she was great. She told me that State quarters with the State art on both sides for Delaware, Connecticut, and a few other States are worth $1 million plus each in good condition. People are still finding these valuable coins in their change. She talked a lot, but it was all good.

        





    



I think the woman in shadow reading to the right of this light tree was its sculptor.



There was a whole tribe of huge metal people genuflecting before the oil derrick.

        

Sometimes one of them would burst into flame, or dramatically spark like a Jacobs Ladder gone amok. Looking at these pictures, I remember my boss in my postal service days. One time he told me "I've seen things in DC that I didn't want to see in DC." He was talking about Vietnamese priests immolating themselves on the Capitol steps during the Vietnam war, and things like that. It would be nice if images like these communicated the issue of oil addiction as powerfully as those acts communicated the issues of Vietnam.

   

There was a lot of fire art.