Each of them has this incredible unique personality that doesn't stop to deal with outside bullshit. They're smart, judged by their cover, and keep you thinking. The blend of bohemian rigged lifestyles paired with whatever they can afford to get them stoned or drunk makes them some of those most resilient, depthy, ingenuitive people I've ever met. Seriously, one of my friends survived as long as he could on the desert, eating berries and small game because he wanted to.
This may not be a special thing if you know a lot of hippies or live in Oregon. Kind of a neat thing to me considering it's the desert and Pan is literally insane.
I went to visit them a couple of months ago and managed to take a few pictures in moments of sobriety.
This is a point between Prescott and Phoenix where you can smoke and not be arrested for almost starting a fire. Its meant for tourists.
The greatest thing I discovered in that visit was realizing how many people lay down. I took tons of Pan sleeping because he sleeps literally anywhere comfortably. I've only ever seen this with Nardo before, but Pan takes it to another level entirely.
and then there's Atmos, and people who don't even care where they're lying:
Conversation among my philosophers is key. If you can't hold one, they typically don't want anything to do with you.
Any space, wide or closed, is used for drinking, writing, dreaming, smoking, yelling, fucking and crying.
Some of them are quiet, and share their thoughts only when they're finally sure you'll understand.
Unafraid to share their treasures once you've earned their trust.
Or to be themselves; unashamed.
They enjoy their lives in the desert that forged them,
made them famous...
and taught them valuable lessons.