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On Pojoaque, New Mexico reservation land just up the street from me on my daily walk while living there (daily walks always, always with camera) there is the very truth & breath of Life.

Breadth of Life as well.

Here, a fence, lovingly built long ago, then patched & mended through unknown decades of human husbandry of this land, is the story of a people. They were my neighbors. They hearkened back to generations as mine did from a completely different world in South Carolina, all mixed blood, as we tended our fences through swamps & bottomlands; they tended their high deserts.

I could not walk past this portal of their centuries long presence without stopping, in awe of their resiliency. It is the very core of our nature which we must rely upon now, to survive, as a nation, as a people who care about one another. Fences can be brutal, if conceived by brutes.

They can also be acts of love.

Here, you are witnessing the love of a people for the lands they owned far long ago & before we ever arrived.

I wish we could go back to being "we." We may be beyond that now.

In my home state, here is a motto. "While I breathe, I hope."

South Carolina, in its present political guise, has not usurped that motto yet. Give it time, for the brutes are working hard at it.

On Pojoaque, New Mexico reservation land just up the street from me on my daily walk while living there (daily walks always, always with camera) there is the very truth & breath of Life. Breadth of Life as well. Here, a fence, lovingly built long ago, then patched & mended through unknown decades of human husbandry of this land, is the story of a people. They were my neighbors. They hearkened back to generations as mine did from a completely different world in South Carolina, all mixed blood, as we tended our fences through swamps & bottomlands; they tended their high deserts. I could not walk past this portal of their centuries long presence without stopping, in awe of their resiliency. It is the very core of our nature which we must rely upon now, to survive, as a nation, as a people who care about one another. Fences can be brutal, if conceived by brutes. They can also be acts of love. Here, you are witnessing the love of a people for the lands they owned far long ago & before we ever arrived. I wish we could go back to being "we." We may be beyond that now. In my home state, here is a motto. "While I breathe, I hope." South Carolina, in its present political guise, has not usurped that motto yet. Give it time, for the brutes are working hard at it.

"I know a bit about vertebrate anatomy and I'd like to think that I'd spot if a skeleton was entirely fabricated or cobbled together from existing bits and pieces." โ‰ˆ Alice Roberts

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