Some burners walk around with (what used to be called) a Polaroid camera. They take photos of people, and then gift those people with an instant print of the image captured, which slowly develops over a few minutes.
Here are two I was gifted:
|free radical with Temple Guardian, the Sharpie Shaman, aka Uncle Buck, at the Temple. Burning Man 2014|
The man in the orange robe I actually recognized from Burning Man 2011, who was in the exact same spot, at roughly the same time, when I was there on Sunday morning. He clarified this, saying he was there that year, and remembered me. He introduced himself as the Sharpie Shaman, aka Uncle Buck. In 2011, he'd ferried my remembrance into the temple, to find a place for it to burn. He had a ceremonial way about him, conscious and empathic, so I again bade him find a spot for my placard this year, which I saw him walk away with, at a ritually slow pace. But before that, he had intimated that they were running low on supplies that burners could use to create their remembrances to be burned. I have come to expect this from previous burns, and so came prepared with a dozen extra Sharpies and a stack of 5X7" cards, which I was happy to donate, and he was happy to accept.
|At the Center Camp with some Russian girls whose names escape me, but who were a hoot.|
This was the perfect expression of the spirit of spontaneity at Burning Man: do anything, be anyone, form spontaneous ad hoc relationships with random strangers. It's a blank slate to create yourself again as anyone you wish to be, any character or persona. All around you are the exemplars of this spirit, who can show you how to do it, and reveal to you the simple joy of this purely creative act.