A pause

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We’re going to stay quiet for a little bit, out of respect for the family and friends of the woman who lost her life in Black Rock City. Keep them in your thoughts.

About the author: John Curley

John Curley (that's me) has been Burning since the relatively late date of 2004, and in 2008 I spent the better part of a month on the playa, documenting the building and burning of Black Rock City in words and pictures. I loved it, and I've been doing it ever since. I was a newspaper person in a previous life, and I spent many years at the San Francisco Chronicle. At the time I left, in 2007, I was the deputy managing editor in charge of Page One and the news sections of the paper. Since then, I've turned a passion for photography into a second career. I shoot for editorial, commercial and private clients. I've also taught a little bit, including two years at UC Berkeley's Graduate School of Journalism and a year at San Francisco State University. I live on the San Mateo coast, just south of San Francisco in California.

4 Comments on “A pause

  • very tactful, John. sending loving thoughts to the family and all affected. <3

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  • Warriormetalsmith says:

    So sad. She is from our area and belonged to the western NC and Piedmont Triad artist communities here. Our prayers go to her mom and dad who live here at Lake Highrock.

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  • GraciesDaddy says:

    Sending comforting vibes and waves of peace to her family & friends.

    Namaste.

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  • Techno Bear says:

    This has traveled deep into the Burner community, some it has stuck with since it happened, some Jaded by default or as emotional defence shrug and justify it.
    I admit I did’nt know her, but that does not take the pain away. To me, if she made it to the Burn, she is special. We all are, that is why I’m sad we lost her, that is why I cried after days of trying not to let it get me.
    This crap happends and thats really all there is to it, so when you get back home and want to put on that pink fuzzy jacket(and nothing else) and dance in the rain, who #^*$ cares what your default friends or neighbors think, because they will secretly wish they had too, when you’re gone.

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