dead beat descendant

the teahouse being assembled, with the collossus!! sculpture in the background.

dale set up his camera on top of the RV to take time lapse photos of the camp coming together. i wish he could get it on the internet because the little movie is extremely cool.

one afternoon i came back to camp and none of my campmates were around. i found this gentleman in cowboy hat and boots, silently surveying the passing throngs from the front "porch" of the teahouse. he was a professional koto player and instructor with twenty years' experience. i was treated to a rendition of sakura sakura. then he left.

i admit it - i love shadows. here's a shadow of my bike decorated with faux bamboo, leaning on a chair outside my tent wall.

these ladies came to our camp early saturday morning to see if they could have some bamboo. the disco balls on their art car, the barbie dream machine, had fallen off and they hoped to repair them with our poles. all the hetero dudes in my camp were asleep, so I thought I would taunt them with some photographic evidence. Interesting to note that the woman on the left's father was accompanying them. i supposed that helped cut down on number of rabid boys they had to fend off on the playa.