Burning Man Stories- Katalyst Love

This moment: standing in the middle of Avenue E taking photos of Efe (someone I’d met a few days prior) and we see a guy who catches our attention ride past us. A quick look at each other and we immediately started yelling after him. I dont no what we said to make him turn around because he was already a good distance away in a sea of other bikes. Just as we thought he didn’t hear us, he makes a quick stop and turn on his bike. He was totally down for being the subject of my photos. You’ll see more of him later (at my exhibit-stay tuned).. But part of his story and was his Djembe. There we were— 4 dynamic looking people of color in the middle of the of the road; one playing his Djembe, one in bright red and yellow African festival wear she made herself, and me in a one piece taking photos. Unknowingly eyes were on us, and the yells in appreciation of “US”from all types of people where echoing in the air... he left, I continued taking photos of Efe and that moment turned into a memory.