Burning Man at 50 years old? Yes, I did!

  The first time I went to Burning Man, I was 50 years old. People often ask me how I discovered Burning Man, probably since I don’t fit the (unfortunate) typecast of a raver who wants to go out to the desert to do crazy drugs. I am a perfect example of...
Brooklyn Bridge and Taxis at Burning Man.

Brooklyn Bridge and Taxis at Burning Man.

Or my adventure in creating art installations If you had told me when I was 16 years old that when I was 50 years old, I would be attending Burning Man, and at 52, be a part of creating a two-story version of the Brooklyn Bridge, at 53, be inspired to make my own...
Call Me Wrangler

Call Me Wrangler

Growing up as a kid I always wanted a nickname. Today I officially have one. Call me Wrangler. Wrangler of Virgins. Wrangler of kkostumes. Wrangler of subjects for part of a 10 year photo project. Wrangler of volunteers… Ever have a group of friends, like my...