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Monday, October 2, 2017


   A month ago I was sleeping on a Nevada desert floor. At six in the morning, when Burning Man's all-night parties were ending, I'd crawl out of my tent to greet the rising sun. 

    There were always a few folks still up waiting to see it too.
  Like them I tried to witness that first jab of orange darting  over the mountains.   I never did. 
I'd get  too distracted by the photo opportunities around me. Here are some of my efforts,

The desert was full of surprises. How often to you see a giant puppet going out for a morning walk?


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