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Standing Rock 2018
The eagle staff entered the powwow pavilion from the east. From the river side. Next comes flags and then dancers. They processed clockwise around the pavilion with the staff and colors circling toward the pavilions center as dancers continued to enter. A shade structure frames the perimeter of the pavilion. Twelve feet in width. Circling…
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Standing Rock 2018
Morning. Stars filled the night sky when I last looked. Then a good wind blew. Moving clouds in. Then out. Leaving just enough to catch and mix the morning sun rays into a painting a photo could never justify. Morning and I find myself on 40 acres of the local Episcopal Diocese. Acres who lie within…
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Willow
Rooted willow stands outside Front window. Morning twilight. Neither light nor dark. Black trunk and branches Rise. Sillohetted against the Dark light blue sky. Small branches wing out. Tips loose themselves in Lighted dark blue sky. Willow without one leaf On one branch. Rooted Lightly in dark ground.
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Craned Neck
A warbling trumpet sound wanders across the valley. Must be mid-March for the sound can only mean the Sandhill Crane has returned. Having left the warmth of the south for northern places, the valley provides rest and food and thoughtfulness. The arrival of the crane means it is time for spring tilling. Scattered tractor engines…
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Of Spring and Dandelion
Wait for the right moment: Length of day. Temperature. A drenching spring rain. Two days. From the ground they spring, abundantly, with fortitude. Their numbers shout, no-matter-what-you-do we will out populate your work and survive and win. Prior to rain, one rises, here and there, and tells all who’ll listen of what is soon to transpire. Rain…
Chewing the Cud 