Sunday morning the air was reasonably still, but you could see many places in our shade structure where the supports had buckled during the weeks windstorms. I knew I'd have to spend a lot of the day packing, but I thought I'd spend some time talking to people in between packing projects.

I'm thinking MrLiver has a box fetish. Believe it or not, that wall of boxes at the back of the van (in which he is sitting with them) was his stuff in its unpacked state. One of the more obscure political challenges on this planet is getting this guy to leave more of his stuff at home when he goes to Burning Man. The problem is that he thinks "I might need something", so he brings it. Whaddayagunnado?

The woman in pink said she is a chef at a restaurant in San Francisco that she refered to as "Millennium".

I think that last picture was the only one I took that day were the sky just happened to have a color very similar to that of the skin of my subject. It was pure serendipity of coincidence, I didn't try to make it happen.

After she wandered off we really had to push to get the rest of our stuff loaded in a decent time frame. In '03, we had gotten everything packed and immediately got on the road to get out of town. Unfortunately, thousands of other people had the same idea, so we sat there and watched the temple go up from the traffic jam. This time we decided to leave after that, so to enjoy the experience we had to get it all packed before the burn. We didn't quite succeed, but it was close enough that I took off to see the burn, getting there with only a few minutes to spare.

The mood of the crowd was quiet and contemplative, with the only sound being a chamber ensemble playing a mournful tune. The artist of the experience had passed the word that we were to be remembering friends we had lost during the past year for this burn. I thought about all the addresses of old friends that no longer work, and what that might mean about where they are at.

I ran out of floppies to put pictures on at this point in time. I watched the burn until it was more like a pile of embers, thinking about the ephemeral nature of all life. Then it was time to go.