
I have recently been going through older negatives and printing them. Here are just a few photos made on the California Zephyr. Unsure which year. Printed as 8×10 prints in a wet darkroom.


Recently one of these trains had a problem. Here are some views from the zephyr over the past few years.

Another old archived image.
Time keeps ticking away and no matter whether I acknowledge it or care about it time always seems to add up! When looking around outside everything signals that it is nearing spring and with that past events appear flickering bouncing and crawling up again in my mind.
Reality does kind of suck. Money, traffic and petroleum seem to rule the day. It makes me sad to know that this is not the only solution. Waking up to the challenge of keeping beverages cold never seemed so good. Knowing that I needn’t keep a schedule or worry that mine hinders others. Walking around in what I feel comfortable in and resting at a burn barrel after midnight. Getting in touch with how the moon moves across the sky. Knowing how rain really smells. Oh how I miss these things!
It was an odd experience… returning to the real world after burning man ended. After a crazy 2 day train ride followed by 7 days in the desert my concept of reality was a bit shot. At first the only part of modern america I saw was what greeted me on the side of some road outside of the Sparks / Reno area.
It was really foggy today. I always enjoy fog no matter where it is. The last time I saw fog was about a month ago on a train ride through the farmland of Nebraska as the sun was rising. The fog was so thick you couldnt even see out of the train. The stuff we had this morning wasn’t quite as thick but it did set a certain mood for the rest of the day…
The train is the best way to travel. My 64 hour long journey from the chicago area to black rock city included at least one ride on or in a car, little baggage tractor, train, bicycle, shopping cart and inside the back of a rental truck. On the two day train ride through the awe inspiring front doorstep that was the farmland and mountains of america my party and i met fellow burners who needed a ride out into the wilderness. which made us a party of five. Continue reading