That strong diagonal line with the glaring white clouds that look like they are racing towards you combined with the very straight horizontal line of buildings creates a striking image.
(I was lucky enough to work with one of the WW II code/wind talkers – Native American born in S. Dakota. Amazing person. Amazing lands)
Wow, how nice that you had an opportunity to work with a wind talker. I have a deep but sad respect for all Native Americans and will never shake the sense that I am an intruder.
Thank you for taking the time to comment on my image. I greatly appreciate it.
Because you feel that, it wouldn’t surprise me if you had an ancestor who walked those paths. Or just an old soul recognizing other ones – even the traces of those left on the wind and land.
One must be step lightly if it’s not your fight – and it is already written. It is what it is. The majority of the First People- the older ones- that I know have a quietness – more than just resignation, as if there’s a more informed, long range view and perspective. No one ever really owns the land – or names it – just temporary guardians/residents/intruders.
We tend to be slow learners at times, but best to stumble along trying to open eyes so as not to trip any more than necessary as we make our way.
Yes to the pie shop although I did not partake. Just rode thru the park so no burros were seen, although if they came a begging I reckon I would go get them that pie from the pie shop 😉
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I can feel the peace and quiet oozing out of this photo Mike. 🙂
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It was just as it appears, maybe 75 degrees. When it all starts to get whittled down, peace and quiet become more important.
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It’s s; cool in he middle of nowhere
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It was on a gravel road with little else there.
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Just lovely!
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Nice to hear. Thank you Susan.
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You are most welcome, dear boy
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Call me dear boy anytime you want. It tickles me.
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That’s why I say it! 😊😊
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It makes me want to be your dear boy. Your bidding I will do.
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!!
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My daughter (5th grader) just had to do a state report, and it was South Dakota.
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It has much to talk about but central for me is the significance for Native Americans.
http://www.native-americans-online.com/native-american-black-hills.html
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That strong diagonal line with the glaring white clouds that look like they are racing towards you combined with the very straight horizontal line of buildings creates a striking image.
(I was lucky enough to work with one of the WW II code/wind talkers – Native American born in S. Dakota. Amazing person. Amazing lands)
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Wow, how nice that you had an opportunity to work with a wind talker. I have a deep but sad respect for all Native Americans and will never shake the sense that I am an intruder.
Thank you for taking the time to comment on my image. I greatly appreciate it.
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Because you feel that, it wouldn’t surprise me if you had an ancestor who walked those paths. Or just an old soul recognizing other ones – even the traces of those left on the wind and land.
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Oh I feel it, deeply. How they allowed the town to be called “Custer” is somewhat infuriating to me. How must it make Native Americans feel.
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One must be step lightly if it’s not your fight – and it is already written. It is what it is. The majority of the First People- the older ones- that I know have a quietness – more than just resignation, as if there’s a more informed, long range view and perspective. No one ever really owns the land – or names it – just temporary guardians/residents/intruders.
We tend to be slow learners at times, but best to stumble along trying to open eyes so as not to trip any more than necessary as we make our way.
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Well said.
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Have always loved the landscape of the western Dakotas… always stunning ❤
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Agreed. I live in Colorado which is stunning as well.
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Nice scenery and great shot! Bye. k
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Thanks Kamila.
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Looks like the Black Hills–the western side? Do you remember where you took it? (Born and raised in S. Dak.)
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Yes, on the west side down a road that ended on private property. West of Custer, but not far from it.
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And does Custer still have that great pie shop? And the begging burros in the park?
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Yes to the pie shop although I did not partake. Just rode thru the park so no burros were seen, although if they came a begging I reckon I would go get them that pie from the pie shop 😉
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Ha.. One of the few photos I have of my Mom in her forties is feeding one of those donkeys.
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That sounds like a rich image. I’m sure you treasure it.
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