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316--Nevada: Burning Man 2005, The Sun Always Rises @ CherieSpotting     Sep 10 2005 - 11:23 PST cherie writes: Marcus Aurelius said: “When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive--to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” I find the greatest peace in the empty desert, a vast plain of earth where silence and vastness abound. For one week each year, the Black Rock Desert becomes a city of 35,000 people. The desert is suddenly filled with art and fire, craziness and beauty, love and community, dancing and energy. In this space called Burning Man, the desert is boundless. One man’s solitude becomes another’s search for freedom. Every day offers a host of unexpected little miracles. Like Rumi said: “The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.” Click on each picture to see it full size. read comments (1) | write comment| views: 7193    | rated: 0.0    printer-friendly version   The sunrise across the Black Rock Desert is nothing short of pure magic. Pre-dawn pirates. Cherie, Margaret and Karem watching the sunrise. *Photo by Greg. The sunrise girls. *Photo by Greg. Greg and his plane at sunrise. A rave continues into morning. Burners emerge from the rising sun. Lisa enjoys the warmth of the early sun. Cherie smiles at a new day. *Photo by Lisa. Spectacular sunrise. Jean and Mark's sunrise kiss. New love in new light. Light and shadow give new perspective. Art revealed. The warm hughes of the first rays of sun. Nature and Art. Lisa examining art. The colors of sunrise. The man at dawn. A horse emerges through the light. Cherie by horse art. All the wild horses. Proof that old scrap-metal and worn-out tires can be beautiful. Cherie and Margaret. The girls ready to gallop into the sunrise. This is my type of pet...he doesn't eat much. Run like the wind. Fashionable desert morning wear. Crazy guys at dawn. *Photo by Margaret. As the sun rises the playa art emerges. Margaret and Karem in their orange throne. Cherie by the tower. Wow! That's a lot of burners up there! Margaret has a lot to smile about. The tower is a bit crowded at the top this morning. The clock tower. What time is it? Does anyone care? Which way to the sun? There's no better place to be at sunrise than at the Sunrise Saloon. Greg and Cherie march through the saloon's doors for a shot of whiskey. Mark at the Sunrise Saloon. The Sunrise Saloon by by Camp Bojon is open daily from 5am to 8am. Margaret and Lisa. The Sunrise Saloon never runs out of whiskey. This bar is packed! Mark and Jean. You never know who you are going to meet at the Sunrise Saloon. Bar fight! Quick, someone call a cosmetic dentist! The guy in the furry-vest is cut off. Which guy in the furry vest? This partner sure is pouty. What's wrong cowboy? *Photo by Margaret. She can't do a thing with her hair. Camp Orange. Lisa, don't get black-balled. Croquet at sunrise. *Photo by Margaret. The butterfly. A blue head is better than blue balls. Karem and Margaret riding through the desert. Art. I'll have a cup of coffee with some art, please. The very very cool people go to Culos. In the ashes after the burn.