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The Wall of Dust

Every season, the photos worth keeping get taped to the board in the mess tent. This is the digital board. Pick a year; click a photo to hold it up to the light.

The Wasteland Weekend gate at dusk — a metal arch spelling WASTELAND in red over scrap-walled towers, seen from atop a vehicle, with wastelanders walking the dusty road below.
The gates of Wasteland, last light
The WASTELAND gate at dusk with wrecked-car set pieces and quads parked along the scrap walls.
Gate traffic, day one
Three tribe members take a selfie on a dirt road at sunset, the sun blazing low between trailers and RVs lined up behind them.
Convoy in. Sun going down, dust settling.
Daytime group selfie at camp — four wastelanders in distressed gear, goggles, and headwraps grinning under a blue desert sky, canopies and vehicles behind.
Day one, camp standing, morale high
Three members raise metal mugs and a can at night in front of a camp frontage strung with banners, patches, and a DO NOT PASS sign.
Mugs up at the frontage
Grandpa in a red-banded black hat reads The Wastelander newspaper in a plaid armchair inside a draped trading post — the exact scene on his badge.
Grandpa catches up on the news
Grandpa settled deep into the plaid armchair in the trading post, boots crossed, The Wastelander still open.
Slow news week in the wastes
Brisket in spiked pauldron and rusted armor plates lounges on a throne built from a Jeep front grille, baby-doll heads mounted on either side.
Brisket holds court. The throne disagrees quietly.
A wastelander in a brimmed hat and goggles takes the Jeep-grille throne, boot up on the deck plate, doll heads on the armrests.
The throne, under new management
Champ Chicharrón in a torn gold dress, fur mantle, and chainmail face mask stands beside Brisket in a distressed vest, in front of an RV.
Champ Chicharrón & Brisket, RV-side
Sweet Tooth poses in the desert backlit by the sun, holding a tattered parasol, in goggles, fishnets, and armored boots.
Sweet Tooth, parasol diplomacy
Two members in full kit — distressed vest and torn gold dress with a fur mantle — pose at golden hour, the sun setting between camp tents behind them.
Inspection passed at golden hour
Two wastelanders pose back to back in front of an RV — one in a torn white dress holding a tin cup, one in a feathered marching-band shako and cut-off blazer.
Formal wear, wasteland rules
Three members at dusk by the RVs — chainmail mask and gold dress, tongue out in distressed leathers, and a torn white dress with a bone bracer.
Three flavors of trouble
The same trio at dusk, smiling this time, thumbs up in the middle.
The polite take
Three members pose beside an RV at dusk, one peering over the others' shoulders from behind.
The photobomb was planned
Two smiling members take a selfie in the shade beneath a rusted truck bed, blue sky behind.
Shade is wherever you find it
The same two members under the rusted truck, a skull-topped pole in the background.
Same truck, take two
Two members hug for the camera in front of a barter-town stall, chalkboards listing games and trade rules behind.
Barter town regulars
Brisket at night, tongue out and arms spread, holding a battered steel bottle, a barter wheel of fortune behind him.
Brisket consults the wheel
Two members sprawl across cushions in a purple-lit lounge tent, flashing hand signs at the camera.
Diplomacy, lounge division
A member in a brimmed hat lounges sideways across a camp chair in a purple-lit tent, boots over the armrest.
Off duty. Boots stay on.
A fire performer in a horned mask breathes a jet of flame before a night crowd ringed around a sand arena, a geodesic dome glowing behind.
Fire show at the dome
A fire performer spins twin flames at the center of a torch-lit night crowd, stage rigging glowing at the left.
Fire circle, second show
A fire performer kneels in the sand, arms spread, flames blooming from both hands before a night crowd.
Offering accepted
Inside a geodesic dome at night lit blue and orange, spectators climb the struts while fighters square off on the sand floor below.
The dome. Two enter, etc.
The geodesic thunderdome at night washed in blue light, spectators clinging to the struts above the sand floor.
Full house at the dome
Fighters square off on the sand inside the thunderdome while a referee with a feathered staff watches, the crowd pressed against the lattice.
Bout night
A fighter leaps mid-swing inside the thunderdome as the crowd watches from the lattice and the sand.
Physics will sort it out
Three members at night beneath the gate, the WASTELAND letters lit by open flame high above.
Closing time at the gate
Night selfie under the gate, the WASTELAND letters burning with open flame overhead while five tribe members mug for the camera.
Under the burning sign
A blurry night selfie of five grinning members under the burning WASTELAND sign.
Conditions: deteriorating. Morale: high.
Four tribe members in full kit at night — tin mugs in hand, tongues out, every middle finger raised at the camera.
The Elders send their regards
A gold bottlecap printed with a black rooster smoking a cigar against a sunset — Champ Chicharrón's personal mark.
Calling card, Champ Chicharrón edition
A rusted 1930s sedan war car strapped to a flatbed trailer behind an RV on a tree-lined street, a crew member working on its roof.
Loading the war car. Step one of many.
The tribe's RV towing the war car on its trailer, parked along a shady street before departure.
Convoy of one, ready to roll
The trailered war car seen from behind, roof crates lashed down and a crew member checking the load.
Final strap check before the desert
A hand-painted SLOW DIP CAUTION sign beside a dirt road through dry Mojave scrub.
The road warns you. Politely.
A lone volcanic butte rising over flat desert scrubland under a clear sky.
Almost there
Wide desert flats stretching to distant hills under an empty blue sky.
Nothing for miles. Perfect.
Desert scrub in the foreground with a long brown mountain range on the horizon.
Mountains on the horizon, dust on everything
Open desert plain with power lines along the far edge.
The last mile of the old world
Wastelanders in long robes walking down the dusty main street of the festival town.
First steps into town
The geodesic Thunderdome frame at the foot of a scrubby hill, a sign on the summit.
The dome, waiting
The war car parked at camp: rust-and-primer paint, bars over the windows, wooden crates on the roof.
War car, parked and pleased with itself
Head-on view of a black war car with a tall black flag, roof crates and spotlights, at camp.
Flag up. Camp claimed.
A black war car beside parked quads and motorcycles at a dusty campsite.
The motor pool
Close-up of a fanged animal skull mounted on the war car's hood next to a crossed-wrench emblem.
Hood ornament, wasteland edition
The war car's hood with a crossed-wrench emblem and welded spikes, a roof rack of lights above.
Spikes are a design choice
The war car's chrome grille and headlights crowned with a fanged skull.
Say cheese
Three-quarter view of the war car with oversized tires, roof crates and a lightbar.
Built, not bought
The back of the war car with a ladder to the roof rack, a red quad parked beside it.
Ladder to the best seat in the wasteland
View over the war car's hood and skull ornament down a camp lane of tents and bikes.
Looking down the lane from the driver's seat
A camp lane with the war car and a modern sedan parked side by side.
Spot the time traveler
A wastelander with a white parasol and wide-brimmed hat poses in front of the Trading Outpost 364 shack.
The parasol returns
The same wastelander with the white parasol, posing in a long green skirt by the outpost door.
Shade is a survival skill
Wastelanders gathered outside a frontier-style saloon on a sunny afternoon.
Saloon hours: always
Selfie of a bearded man in a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses against a blue sky.
Sun's out. Hat's on.
A busy main street lined with shacks, motorcycles and war rigs rolling through the crowd.
Rush hour, wasteland style
The war car driving under the Wasteland gate with riders on the roof.
Grand entrance through the gate
The war car at sunset beside a quad, the sun setting behind camp tents.
Sundown at camp
The sun setting over campers and trailers, a dark shack silhouetted on the left.
The sun clocking out
A fire performer spinning flames inside the blue-lit Thunderdome as the crowd watches.
Fire in the dome
A bearded man in glasses and a woman with a feathered headdress yell with arms raised in a night crowd.
Volume: maximum
A couple dressed for evening — a brown coat and fedora, a sequined black gown and feather headdress — at dusk.
Dressed for the end of the world
The same couple posing between parked cars at golden hour.
Formal attire, wasteland rules
Wide view of the sprawling campground at dusk, tents and RVs to the horizon.
The tent city at dusk
Rooftop panorama of the camp sea, canopies and campers under a pink sky.
Our neighborhood
Panorama over the tribe camp's canopies with thin clouds above.
Room with a view
Sun rising over the far ridge behind rows of RVs and trailers.
First light over the camp
Morning over the campground seen from an RV roof, white canopies below.
Morning roll call
RVs and trailers parked beneath a scrubby hill washed in pink evening light.
Pink hour in the Mojave
A pink sky over a packed campground and distant hills.
Everyone's home
Crowded campground under a fading pink sky, flags poking above the tents.
Last light, full camp
The sun sinking into a ridge beyond rows of campers, the sky burning orange.
The sun goes down in the west. We rise in the east.
The tribe camp from above: white canopies, chairs and a white SUV.
Home base from the roof
Camp lanes from above, a war rig with a flag parked between tents.
Camp, aerial survey
The war car parked among tents and trailers, a few people talking beside it.
The war car, holding court
A woman in a long peach gown poses beside a white car in the desert.
Golden hour, golden gown
An orange sky over dark hills at sunset above parked campers.
The sky catches fire
A group of costumed wastelanders posing under the red-lit Wasteland gate at night.
The gate glows red after dark
Inside the blue-lit Thunderdome, fighters and a referee gather beneath a hanging rope.
Thunderdome rules apply
Two fighters face off under a rope rigging inside the Thunderdome.
Two enter
The Thunderdome crowd presses against the dome bars as fighters size each other up.
The stare-down
Fighters circle under the rigging, the crowd packed against the bars.
Round one
An aerialist in striped stockings sits on a trapeze high in the Thunderdome.
Ringside, the high seats
The aerialist on the trapeze, one hand on the rope, legs crossed above the crowd.
Waiting for her cue
Wide shot of the Thunderdome floor under blue light, spectators ringing the dome.
The dome from the floor
Two fighters on the bright sand floor of the Thunderdome under spotlights.
Spotlight on the sand
Fighters crossing the lit Thunderdome floor as the packed dome watches.
Crossing the sand
A bald fighter in a sports jersey stands ready with a padded weapon in the dome.
The challenger
A fighter in a jersey and a cloaked figure wait at the edge of the dome floor.
The challenger's corner
A stocky fighter in a vest waits, hands clasped, among cloaked dome attendants.
Calm before the bell
The dome floor with fighters at the far edge, spotlights pooling on the sand.
Before the bell
Fighters stand at the dome's edge under the rigging.
Corners set
A fighter in blue body paint lunges toward the camera inside the dome.
Incoming
Wide Thunderdome panorama, spectators climbing the struts all around.
Full house
Two hooded attendants watch from the dome floor in blue light.
The dome keepers
A woman in black with a feathered mohawk faces two fighters in the dome.
Announcing the bout
The announcer in black speaks to the fighters under the rigging.
Terms of combat
The announcer waits as fighters ready their weapons.
Last words
Fighters circle each other in the dome while the crowd watches from the bars.
Circling
A fighter in a jersey faces off against a robed opponent before the crowd.
Fight night
The feather-mohawked announcer and fighters gathered beneath the rigging.
And the crowd goes wild
The Thunderdome glowing purple at night across the dark festival grounds.
The dome, lit up like a lighthouse
Three wastelanders in wide hats smile behind a crate of trade goods at a market stall.
Barter session in progress
Rows of decorated war rigs gathered on the open desert flats, riders perched on top.
The convoy musters
War rigs lined up across the flats, wastelanders climbing onto the vehicles.
Mount up
A long row of convoy vehicles and riders on the desert flats under a cloudless sky.
Engines and attitude
Pickups and war rigs flying black flags on the open desert.
Flags out, dust rising
Armored pickups loaded with riders spread across the dry flats.
Every seat taken
Convoy vehicles idling in a wide circle on the desert.
Holding pattern
The convoy viewed from atop a vehicle, riders waving weapons from the roofs.
The view from the top
Selfie of a goggled rider on top of a war rig with the convoy behind.
Goggles: mandatory
Riders in goggles and woven hats atop a vehicle, the convoy stretching behind.
Front-row seats
Two riders in goggles and a woven hat on a vehicle roof, convoy below.
Riding high
Riders on a vehicle roof looking out over the convoy.
Eyes on the horizon
A rider in a wide hat sits atop a rusted war rig on the flats.
Rooftop lounge
Riders perched on decorated pickups with axes, the convoy lined up behind.
Waiting on the signal
The convoy ready to move, black flags snapping above the trucks.
Waiting on the go
Wastelanders with oars and axes ride on the back of a battered truck.
Paddles. In the desert. Don't ask.
Riders in armor and furs crowd the back of a war rig, axes raised.
Raiding party
A painted pickup driving across the flats, a wastelander walking alongside.
Rolling out
A spiked war truck bristling with axes and riders drives across the desert.
Subtle it is not
Convoy vehicles crossing the wide desert flats toward distant hills.
The run
A rustic bar shack with motorcycles parked out front.
Last stop before nowhere
A town street lined with flyer-covered shacks and a stop sign.
Main drag
Wastelanders walking past the Wasteland Commerce Corporation building.
Commerce, wasteland style
A tall radio tower over shacks, an old red fire truck parked out front.
Radio tower and the fire brigade
The radio tower rising over a row of salvage-built storefronts.
Broadcasting from the wastes
The Wasteland gate seen from inside town on a bright day.
The way out (nobody takes it)
A long dusty street of shacks with motorcycles parked along it.
Bike row
A crowd of costumed wastelanders passing through the town gate.
Rush hour at the gate
A street crowd including someone in a bright red suit among the leather and armor.
Spot the red suit
The war car parked near the Red Rocket, a towering rocket sculpture behind.
Parking at Red Rocket
The war car with a rider on its roof beside the Red Rocket sculpture.
Rocket fuel not included
A fanged skull hood ornament leading the war car down a busy street.
Skull-first through town
Driver's-eye view past the skull ornament down a crowded street.
Clearing a path
Wastelanders mill around near the Wasteland gate on a sunny afternoon.
Gate crowd
A wastelander in red robes near the Wasteland gate on the hill.
Under the sign
War rigs and walkers crowd the road near the Wasteland gate.
Traffic at the gate
The skull hood ornament seen from behind as the war car drives past shacks.
The skull leads the way
View through the war car's barred window frame onto the dusty street.
Through the bars
Another look through the barred windshield at shacks and walkers.
Window seat
Grandpa in a red-banded hat takes a selfie in front of the war car, a flag flying behind.
Grandpa documents the occasion
Selfie of Grandpa in mirrored sunglasses holding a drink, the skull-nosed war car and two riders behind.
Proof of life
Grandpa snaps a selfie as another wastelander strolls up beside the war car.
Selfie with friends
Grandpa and a companion in front of the war car, the gate far behind.
Two cowboys and a war car
Grandpa and a companion pose by the war car under a clear sky.
Photo op
Two wastelanders sit on the war car's roof rack against a blue sky.
Best seats in the house
The war car with two riders on its roof rack, Grandpa standing beside it.
Loaded up and showing off
Grandpa poses in front of the war car and the Red Rocket.
Red Rocket portrait
A wastelander stands on the war car roof, Grandpa leaning on the hood.
King of the hill
Grandpa by the war car with the Red Rocket gleaming behind.
Another day, another rocket
Grandpa and a friend by the war car, the town gate down the road.
On the road to the gate
A shack-lined lane with a motorcycle parked by a canvas stall.
Back alleys
A hand-built frontage with rusted metal and flags, laundry lines overhead.
Somebody's very nice frontage
A wastelander stands on the war car's roof by the Red Rocket, the sun blazing behind.
Top of the world
The same rooftop pose by the Red Rocket from a lower angle.
Monument
Low angle of the rooftop rider on the war car against a deep blue sky.
Hero shot
The Wasteland gate down a long empty street.
The long walk home
A low shade-covered market building with wastelanders out front.
Market hall
Rooftop view of the Red Rocket sculpture, motorcycles and a vintage blue car below.
Red Rocket from above
Rooftop view down a busy street past the Red Rocket.
Main street, bird's-eye
Bird's-eye view of the main street lined with motorcycles and storefronts.
The view from the roof
Two wastelanders pose by the war car under its black flag.
Posing with the ride
A couple poses in front of the war car at Red Rocket.
Couple's portrait, Red Rocket edition
The couple by the war car, the rocket rising behind them.
Take two
The couple in front of the war car, sun high over the rocket.
Third time's the charm
Four wastelanders with spears stand on a rooftop against the sky.
Rooftop sentries
The Wasteland gate from inside town, wastelanders walking through.
Coming and going
A man in a black vest and hat strides past the gate.
Places to be
The war car pulling up beneath the Wasteland gate as the crowd watches.
Arrival
The war car under the Wasteland sign, wastelanders gathered around it.
Making an entrance
The war car rolls under the gate flying its black tribal flag.
Through the gate under our colors
The Rusted Dawn flag flying from the war car beneath the WASTELAND sign.
Our colors at the gate
The tribe's black flag with its red emblem above the war car at the gate.
The banner, flying high
A tight shot of the war car and its flag under the gate.
Under the sign
The war car under the gate with a motorcycle rider passing by.
Gate traffic
The war car close up under the Wasteland sign, crew climbing aboard.
All aboard
A woman in olive and a bearded man in a straw hat pose by the war car, the tribe flag above.
Under the Rusted Dawn flag
Crew members climb on and off the war car under the gate.
Crew change
The war car under the gate, riders on top and people around it.
Center stage
A couple in leather and chainmail poses by the war car under the gate.
Gate portrait
A man in chainmail and a woman in olive pose against the war car's side.
Matching energy
The chainmail couple by the war car's barred windows.
Couple's photo, take two
The war car under the Wasteland gate with walkers passing by.
Parked at the gate
A pickup with painted slogans drives toward the gate past walkers.
Tagged and rolling
The war car parked at a camp frontage beside spray-painted signs.
Parked at the frontage
A military truck flying flags rolls down a camp street.
Heavy hauler
A woman in a feathered headdress and a man in a hat at dusk in the desert.
Last light, best dressed
An armored tank-like vehicle under the red-lit Wasteland gate at night.
Something big came through the gate
The war car crawling over desert scrub with riders on top. Photographer's watermark in the corner.
The war car off-road (photo by a fellow wastelander)
A line of war rigs across the open flats. Photographer's watermark in the corner.
The convoy in formation (photo by a fellow wastelander)
Distant convoy vehicles spread across the dry flats under blue sky. Photographer's watermark in the corner.
The convoy from afar (photo by a fellow wastelander)
A red and white graphic reading GONE TO WASTELAND WEEKEND with a radiation symbol.
Out of office
A man in a hat and goggles and a woman in a wide sun hat and green skirt pose at camp.
Camp portrait
Two riders sit on the war car's roof, one with an orange parasol, the skull ornament on the grille.
The parasol rides on the roof now
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