As you walk from the city deep into the playa, these objects slowly come into view, rising from the desert. Lost. Incomplete. A series of giant children's toys...the closer you get, the smaller you feel. Everything looms large, as if you were shrinking, or it, growing. As you draw near, the worn, weathered features and faded primary colors become clear. Past the giant children's blocks spelling "LOVE" a monumental stack of four alphabet blocks invite you to climb and play. And then...old metal jax lay scattered, piled high. A giant yo-yo buried in the dust. And finally facing east towards the rising sun, a 24' tall mounted, faceless wooden soldier stands guard, its reins a swing, welcoming you to ride with him. Welcome to One Tin Soldier…
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One Tin Soldier (Yo Yo and String) By Mark Deem & the Misfit Toys

Photo by: Dan Adams

Year: 2025

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As you walk from the city deep into the playa, these objects slowly come into view, rising from the desert. Lost. Incomplete. A series of giant children's toys...the closer you get, the smaller you feel. Everything looms large, as if you were shrinking, or it, growing. As you draw near, the worn, weathered features and faded primary colors become clear. Past the giant children's blocks spelling "LOVE" a monumental stack of four alphabet blocks invite you to climb and play. And then...old metal jax lay scattered, piled high. A giant yo-yo buried in the dust. And finally facing east towards the rising sun, a 24' tall mounted, faceless wooden soldier stands guard, its reins a swing, welcoming you to ride with him. Welcome to One Tin Soldier…

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