Photo essay lost and found

Elliott Lacey, 10, is playing on the helter-skelter with a group of boys. He says: “I’ve been coming here since I was two. The helter-skelter is really fun and it brings back lots of memories. When we arrive each year I look for all my friends and then this is the first place we always come to. We play tig on it mostly and we’ve had lots of water fights. We fill balloons from the outdoor tap and then chase each other. There’s good views from the top. You can see the beach one way and then all the tents over the other way. I can see my caravan from here too … and they can see me.”

After my first visit during the May 2010 full moon, I knew I needed to get in another night of shooting at the Hoola before it decayed any further, so I made a quick solo run in June. I hit the road at 1PM. 420 miles later I arrived just as the sun set at 8:30. I immediately got to work, shooting until 2:30AM. Then I “slept” in the backseat in the parking lot for an hour, only to wake wearing a halo of mosquitoes. Back on the road again at 3:30, I pulled into my driveway at 11AM. The moonset/sunrise at 5AM, between Kramer Junction and Mojave, was spectacular. Just epic. Actually, the whole trip was epic, it felt much longer than just 22 hours.

Photo essay lost and found

photo essay lost and found


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