I’ve been on a journey. The journey is the coming home. It is the story.
It is the going forward to come back. Every spring, the Earth changes the story. Every spring it can be read anew. It is written in Earth. You know how to read it.
Categories: Arts, First Peoples, Grasslands, Nature Photography
Okanagan Okanogan 
Love it. once I found a little black sculpture on a north German flea market and it took me some time to find out, it was a Pacha Mama, an Earth Mother figurine.
i wish, people wouldnt have replaced their admiration by a pantheon up in the sky completely, and took getting there as an aim for the idea of an individual but unmaterial after-life.
To me, this is part of the wrong attitude against nature and its hostile exploitation.
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