No Experience Necessary

Experience 001

The guy on the bottom, the one holding up Batgirl, he just showed up and shouted out, “Does anybody want to fly?”

He had no takers.

“Come on!” he said. “No experience necessary.”

“I’ll give it a try,” Batgirl said. “But I’m a little scared.”

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine.”

Then before a jack rabbit could jack, he had her upside down and in the air with her legs spread wide, like she’d been doing it all her life.

And I nudged Vesta. “You could go next.”

“In your dreams.”

“Aww, come on, we’re at Burning Man,” I gave her my most sincere smile. “I’ll take your picture.”

“How about you do it and I’ll take yours?”

So we agreed neither of us would do it and we ambled up to the counter, you can see way behind upside down Batgirl, and I got my morning coffee.

At Burning Man, there are only two things for sale, coffee and ice, well three now, cuz they’ve added tea. They got ice in a few places around Black Rock City. We didn’t need any this time, so I don’t know exactly where you had to go to get it. Our last time out, we ran out halfway through and we had to stand in line to get more and we really had fun in those lines, talking and joking with all the great people.

You can buy coffee at Center Camp, which is this giant circus tent type affair, where people hang out in the heat of the day. A lot of photographers hang out there as well and we met three or four from Reno and a young wedding photographer from Ireland, who had his Canon 6D stolen at Reno Airport. Fortunately, he said, “There is this store called Best Buy, where I was able to get a new one, before I caught my ride out here.”

About an hour later, Vesta tripped over his new camera. “Where is he?” she said, then, “No wonder it was stolen.” She picked it up. Ran her eyes around the camp, saw him. “Hey you,” she shouted as she approached him. “You think it’s safe, just cuz you’re out here?”

“Thank you,” he said as she handed him his camera, “I’ll be more careful.”

“It was perfectly safe,” this old hippy guy said. “Nobody steals here.”

“And cows fly,” Vesta said as she turned and left him with his mouth open.

And I can kind of understand the old hippy’s point of view. He dearly wanted to believe that nobody who came out and lodged themselves in Black Rock City for one week out of the year, would ever steal. But shit happens, that’s why everybody locks their bikes. Still, for the most part, this city, for this week, is the best place to be on this great big old blue Earth we’re all living on.

“Stupid, stupid man,” Vesta said as we were slow walking back to our camp with me sipping at my coffee.

“He’s the best wedding photographer in Ireland,” I said.

“How do you know that?”

“He told me.”

“And you believed him?”

“He sounded sincere.” I smiled wide. “Besides, he’s too dumb to lie.”

PS. If you check out this photo closely, you might find a leg where it has no business being. I just noticed it and for a brief second, I thought about photoshoping it out, but then I figured most people won’t notice it. How it got where it is, I don’t know, but it’s there.

Ken Douglas Wedding and Portrait Photography, 1250 Ralston Street, Reno, NV 89503 
Phone: 775 393-9529