The Chicken is Dead

Yes, it is true: I have shut down For years, was the first place teeming hoards of malcontents and misfits would seek out to the see the latest Burning Man pictures. They marvelled at the Mobile Portrait Studio and strolled through the city with Kent and Betty Bundt. In the early years, some were even lucky enough to score tickets through the PlayaChicken Scholorship. Yes, became almost inseparable from Burning Man itself, an odd symbiotic dance that seemed destined to last forever.

But alas, that was not to be. The phrase "all good things must come to an end" is a bit inaccurate. It should read, "all good things should come to an end, before they become bad things."
After 12 trips to the playa, it is simply time to close this chapter of our lives. Careful observers will note that my picture taking has waned considerably in recent years, with a grand total of ZERO being snapped in 2007. And if isn't being refreshed somewhat regularly, it risks becoming one of those horrid stale sites that makes you think the owner must have died.
Therefore, I am killing as of October 2007.