I went to peddle my wares at a historic [near forty year] festival in Tonasket Washington State, located 13 miles outside of “town” in a high desert area. Kinda a cross between Burning Man and a Grateful Dead concert without the Grateful Dead. Sleep was hard to come by as the revelry stretched till dawn most days.
‘While driving I spotted a burned down building. Morbid curiosity got the best of me so I stopped to see,camera in hand. All about the lawn area were strewn remants of the former inhabitants lives.Most were collected in cardboard boxes organized by hasty retreat. Here I found the lonely girl in her damp carton…waiting.’