Portraits and People
Big Cities and Little 'uns
An epic place without scale or relativity. Somewhere on this terrible volcano are the remains of a jetliner, which crashed after taking off from New Zealand on a sight-seeing tour. I was on another plane, a CL-130, when I took this. The "L" means it lands on skis. It has no proper windows to speak of, but I managed to befriend the loadmaster who got me into the cockpit for take-off. Quite by chance, there was a polar sunbow that appeared over this most dreadful and awesome of volcanos. There is nothing that erupts new earth as close to the Antarctic pole, so to soar over it in peace was surreal. The whitesun seemed to welcome everyone below and above.
Leaving the South Pole, Antarctica
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In every lifetime, I will find you. Who will you find in every lifetime? This is the last photo I took at Burning Man this year. You probably won't believe me, but I had a transcendent vision of this four nights prior, two days before I even discovered this place. If I were to try to describe either what I saw or how I was in a state to envision it, you would probably think I am crazy. But I told my roommates the next morning what I saw, and then I emailed them this photo a few days later and they were like HOLY CRAP. If I ever meet you in person, I can try to describe the whole experience. I'm not sure I can, but I know it was real.