shit truck
The line up to get the fuck out took about 7 hours? I can’t remember, All I remember is Claire and I sitting on the hood of the car not knowing where to go from there or why we were going there once we got there, all while Toby slept in the back seat. The road to Gerlach was littered with trash and dead jack rabbits. Leave no trace right? We ended up at a rest stop somewheres along the 80 and slept until the morning.
These are the legs of Toby. She lives in Vancouver and co-owns a lake with Claire Garrett and Conrad. To find out more go to shouldercat.blogspot.com
It’s hard to tell what’s actually happening in the photo, but that’s the dock. One of the art installations was a huge wooden pier that extended out into the desert. It was pretty cute because little art cars dressed as fishies and boaties would dock at the pier and offload their patrons.
Claire and Moondo
remnants of the final tea party.
Claire G at the camera obscura.
This is the temple. On the last night of the festival it gets burnt to the ground.
Jenny.
This is likely the only time that Caleb wasn’t naked or wearing a dress.
I’m having a hard time getting all of these photographs up. Basically I shoot all spring and summer and end up with stacks of negatives to sort through before the next sun shiny day. almost done I’d say.
