The mighty Anubis stood strong against the sandstorm. It blew and ripped, and the sand scoured and blasted through the structure with it a long hollow whistle. There was no sound but that deep sigh of the wind trying to pull apart the mighty jackal. The sound was of a long and empty death. - Trey Ratcliff | Stuck In Customs

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The chandelier would swing back and forth from the high-peaked ceiling as the tractor slowly pulled the mobile home across the sand. Everything made perfect sense as long as you didn't think about it too hard.

She celebrated the morning sun with a gypsy dance. Every minute she seemed to get more and more energy, like a flower that would bend to the new sun.

The mighty Anubis stood strong against the sandstorm. It blew and ripped, and the sand scoured and blasted through the structure with it a long hollow whistle. There was no sound but that deep sigh of the wind trying to pull apart the mighty jackal. The sound was of a long and empty death.

Her massive horns from the underworld, long and hard and skeletal.

White Flower in Desert This is from Burning Man two years ago.I can’t even remember why I set up in this area to take a shot. I was sort of drawn to it. It was so interesting to me. In some ways, it matters why the flowers are there and it doesn’t matter why they are there. And you can say the same thing about every little part of this photo. To me, this is all very nice and I can’t quite put my finger on it.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.

That giant pirate ship in the background is actually a huge vehicle that rolls from camp to camp. In the foreground are two of the many people that walk around in the middle of the day with ornate umbrellas.

A fire dancer performs in front of one of the many art displays that is set to burn in just a few hours or so.

This is the ornate entrance to the gypsy wagon. You can see how ornate and detailed the patterns and lighting is across the facade. And don’t you want to go inside and see what kind of characters have magically appeared?

Neo-Gypsy in the Desert I was walking across the playa at Burning Man with Tom when we came across this gypsy of sorts. She was kind of dancing through the desert eating a bag of chips. That was surreal and everything, but then it felt even stranger when she pulled out her iPhone to make a few notes about our meeting. She typed in stuckincustoms.com so she would be sure to visit when she got back to civilization.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.

The mighty Anubis stood strong against the sandstorm. It blew and ripped, and the sand scoured and blasted through the structure with it a long hollow whistle. There was no sound but that deep sigh of the wind trying to pull apart the mighty jackal. The sound was of a long and empty death.