I have come to the point at which the land and my self are one. It is not a politically correct space, but there it is. This is what I look like […]
I have come to the point at which the land and my self are one. It is not a politically correct space, but there it is. This is what I look like […]
The sacred pipe of Palouse Falls is lit by the sun … … even while the moon draws its stories onward as smoke … Peregrine Falcon Perch Under the Early Morning […]