I'd found some hoodoos before; in France and New Zealand, to be exact, and both of those were stumbled upon. However, Chris' gleeful exploitation of the Arizona variety had done a good job of convincing me that I needed to see some desert hoodoos before I turned old.
Even though that ship has sailed, I was still like a kid in a candy store upon our arrival here. Pre-flight checklist as follows:
Crutches: stashed in the car; SO over it, I'll hobble
Murphy: sick and curled up in the back seat
Camera: attached to any of a selection of dusty tilt-shift lenses
Strobes: fucking blaaaaaaasting
Save for the sick girlfriend, the rest of that checklist is a pretty fair swipe at how to guarantee a good time after dark, at least in my old age. Anyhow, enough babbling: on to the fun stuff.
Oh hi there; I'm a hoodoo
Basically, it was really cool and all fun 'n games, and then the nearly-full moon rose, bathing the landscape with the kind of light my strobes could only ever dream about. Long night inevitable!
Yeah, some shadows would be cool
Mondo thanks to Chris for being an Expert Organic Strobe Fixturing Device, which mostly necessitated ignoring his own photos for the night. My photo-ADD was in full swing and he was mighty tolerant of it all.
Hoping to drop Burning Man photos on you