images from Black Rock
As the burn approached, I had mixed feelings. After all the REAL destruction we'd seen this week, the grand effigy of the man seemed somewhat tame. It was controlled and safe. Like watching disaster highlights on the news. It lacked the emotional charge of seeing the fruit of your labor thrashed about by Nature's destructive force.

Kinda like the difference between seeing a lion in the wild, vs. seeing one at the zoo. Both cool, but one is infinitely more intense.

So I enjoyed the pageantry of the burn, but it was just different this year.