The rare chance when I can stop and smell the dusty plastic roses comes usually once a year, on the playa I love. Save for the last two years, I went there since 2007 through 2019, seeing it as my chance to return to childhood and yet again get an admission to join the other kids at that huge sandbox. I remain always looking forward to return once again, and I am grateful for each chance it happened in the past. It is never a given and is always a last-minute strike of pure luck. My contribution to that world is to make and give away postcards, so other attendees can send them from the playa to the themselves and to others. They are interactive with the place and its energy, some even deploying the dust as the medium, the true dustygramms they are, not fully existing unless taken and used right there. Some of the images you see here had made it to my postcards, some directly printed as shot, some contributing a part for the idea, some only used as an expiration. Look for a "carte postale" in the post office near you when you are at the playa (traditionally at the 3rd, 6th, and 9th streets, a step from the playa's circle, sometimes a block or two deep, most of the times placed as part of the community circle of that street). See you there!