The Last of the Mohicans (2023)
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Two-spirit is not the native version of being Non-binary.
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Several Native American tribes have passed down legends of a race of white giants who were wiped out.
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Off Hwy 89A, East of Navajo Bridge, AZ
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Just posted these to my etsy!
https://www.etsy.com/shop/MahtheyzhaweyArts
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"Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart."
-- Native American Proverb
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H/T @scartale-an-undertale-au
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The Atavist Magazine’s July 2022 issue by Jana Meisenholder is a beautiful story about horses—ones that charge down a dangerously steep hill in a harrowing feat known as the Suicide Race in Omak, Washington.
The jockey with the best showing over four days earns the coveted title King of the Hill. There are men who have won once, twice, or several times, making them local celebrities. Omak sits on the edge of the Colville Indian Reservation, and the vast majority of riders are Native. Competing in the Suicide Race is a matter of pride: Many riders’ forefathers “went off the hill,” as locals say, and the event echoes Native traditions dating back centuries.
Read “King of the Hill” at The Atavist Magazine.
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According to oral history, the Acoma people lived on top of Enchanted Mesa before moving to their current village atop White Rock Mesa. In the summer, everyone would descend from the mesa to tend crops. The fields, and the springs that provided water, were in the valley below. According to legends, a thunderstorm washed away the sole access, leaving sheer rock cliffs all the way around, so they moved to a neighboring mesa, aka present-day Acoma Sky City.
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Creek in the snow (2021)
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Alberta, Milk River
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The Wendigo is a horrifying creature of Algonquian Native American legends that would devour human flesh to survive a harsh winter.
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ERT Site, UT. A generally well-known site that bears the scars of modern relic-hunters. When people ask “Why?”, the first answer is almost always going to be “money”. There is a lucrative black market for indigenous artifacts, and rock art doesn’t get a pass just because it’s pecked into a stone wall. If someone wants it, they will try to take it. This site is a stark reminder of the threat that continues to endanger these sacred places. People take arrowheads, pottery pieces, bits of twine, a corn cob, a shell with a hole bored through it, a bone... Eventually there will be nothing left to take, and these sites will be dusty vestiges of what they once were. All traces of the lives that once thrived here will be gone. So i spend whatever free time I have searching these places out and documenting them. I take photographs. I try to keep a record of as much as I can. I’m not exactly sure why. I don’t know my true purpose yet. But I know that there is a voice inside me telling me to keep doing this. I’m listening to that voice.
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