Day Six:
In Which, in Apparent Guilt, the Photographer Takes Shots of the Meat Master, of the Playa from the Tower, and Sundry Other Picutre Postcard-Type Shots...

Day One (Saturday): Packing and Travel
Day Two (Sunday): Construction
Day Three (Monday): Settling In and Exploration
Day Four (Tuesday): I Neglect to Take Pix
Day Five (Wednesday): The Neglect Continues
Day Six (Thursday): Light Pollution
Day Seven (Friday): Dehydration and Dust
Day Eight, Part One (Saturday): Jack Taylor, Art Lover
Day Eight, Part Two (Saturday): Burning Things
Day Nine (Sunday): Final Dispositions



"Arrr! The Damn'ned White Whale. I Chased the Pale Beast, Hounded it Across the Playa, to No Avail. Finally, I was Left Behind, Bereft, Harpoon Hanging from an Arm Quivering in Exhaustion. Betrayed, Heart-Sick, I Turned to the Church of Funk to Assuage my Ailments."

Excerpt from the Diary of Cap'n Stupid, Desert Whale Hunter.