Spirit of 911
SATURDAY MARKET, Vancouver, WA
LORENZO, YAKAMA TRIBE
BRIDGE of the GODS, CASCADE LOCKS, OR
SPIRIT OF OUR ANCESTORS
SINS OF MY FATHERS
I met Lorenzo at Bridge of the Gods, OR on a gloomy Sunday morning. He had traveled from Eastern WA to catch and sell Chinook salmon on a street deserted save he and I. Appreciative that I knew his people’s story, he let me to take his picture.
Where we stood on the south bank of the Columbia River was cross river from the former site of Ft. Rains, one of three forts built to protect portages around the treacherous Cascade rapids. On 26 Mar 1856, a band of Lorenzo’s people from the Yakama tribe, travelled over the mountains on horseback to attack a tiny settlement near Ft Rains where white and Indian inhabitants barricaded themselves to survive.
The next day, 40 dragoons arrived under Lt. Phillip Sheridan and attacked Indians engaged in horse races at the portage, joined by a larger force under Lt. Edward Steptoe. Gunfire was exchanged, the Yakamas fled, leaving the local Indians to surrender without a fight. Steptoe lined up these hapless souls, announcing that any gun barrel smelling of powder was a certain admission of guilt. Nine innocent local Indians, having fought courageously to help save the settlers’ lives, were swiftly tried, and hanged.
APOLLO BEACH, FL
SPIRIT OF MOTHER AND CHILD
LEARNING TO POINT
Pointing is one of our earliest ways of sharing and interacting. We may point at something to get one's attention, and then clap when the object is noticed and talked about.
Pointing may seem so simple to an adult, but complex thought goes into this quick gesture.
Research shows the motion can mean that babies are aware of future and past events, as well as objects that are no longer there. And when an adult does the pointing, a very young child quickly figures out that he is being told something.
Encourage pointing with children and encourage them to follow their own attractions rather than accept what the adult may deem important.
SPIRIT OF FRIENDSHIP
At the Hunter-Jumper show again. Spotted this horse cross-tied in a wash rack as his groom cooled him down after an exhausting high-fence jumping round.
The groom's young son stood shyly by, munching on an apple too big for his mouth to handle. Exasperated, he held it out to the horse, only to have it hit the ground each time the equine’s hungry mouth pushed down on his small hand.
With permission, I captured a series of images, and this one touched me deeply.
Look closely to see the drop of saliva at the tip of the horse's lip, joining him to the apple and the boy.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God.
Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy amidst the simple beauty of nature. ...Anne Frank