Dust and Dusk in the Desert

I've been a busy bee lately. I had two weeks to recover from Greece, and then I returned to the Nevada desert, this time to see the burning of the man. There was dust. There was music. There was beauty and joy and art; art above all.








(taken by Crystal)









I got back a few days ago, and tomorrow I return to the desert for one last trip to Ash Meadows National Wildlife Refuge. Apparently I can't get enough of Nevada.