Sometimes this project's beauty is in the fact that it just makes me get out my camera when I wouldn't have otherwise, and in these moments, there is magic created between friends. Paul and I met two years ago when he walked into our camp with a megaphone and clown shoes and made an entrance no one could miss. A few nights later, we found ourselves racing bikes to the edge of the desert together, getting to know each other through stories told under the full moon as it peeked in and out of the clouds. We sat there in our dusty, open air theater for hours, watching the millions of scurrying blinky lights on the horizon. Then we were drawn back in to the heart of it by the lure of music, and the rain drops started to fall as we danced madly to the night. It was an unforgettable evening that created an enchanting connection, and fills us with smiles to our core. This photo reminds me of that night, it just makes me happy... and it wouldn't have existed if not for the PP and the desire to get to 73!