Burning Man needs no introduction or explanation, and the photos that emerge from the playa dust each year can only begin to capture the vast, vibrant, pop up playground that I returned to for the second time in 2015.
It’s taken me a while to try to work out how to tell you about Burning man this year, it was a very different experience than last year! (See last years post – Burning Man)
Burning man on a bad day is better than every other day, still wonderful, still exciting, still magic. The dry lake bed environment is still one of the most breathtaking I’ve seen but this year was tough.
Now that we’ve had a month to decompress, it’s starting to come out that a lot of people had a really difficult burn this year. In fact, almost everyone I’ve spoken to – from newbie to veteran – felt uniquely challenged. Yes, there are always aspects of Black Rock City that present a struggle, but something about this year felt particularly bleak: building was delayed, sets were missed, camps imploded, the dust was RELENTLESS, and relationships changed.
Enduring the dust storms and the bitter cold nights (Five degrees Celsius) as well as scorching hot days (Forty degrees Celsius) is a what makings Burning Man unique. You learn to truly live moment to moment and radical self expression is accepted as normal and encouraged. My favourite part, even with the hardships, is the sheer vast amounts of creativity… I believe there is more of it per square foot than anywhere else on Earth, and the energy it creates among the people is infectious… Burning Man can still bring the magic even when you’re slightly hating it and then make you fall in love all over again.