
In seminary I took a course in Native American Theologies. One of the last days of class we needed a kinetic day after hours and days and weeks of written finals. The professor had us all bring in bits, treasures, trinkets, all manner of junk we could find or wanted to have included in the project. She provided the sticks, and we all created these prayer sticks. I'm sure various pieces of mine will be making more featured appearances later in the year. This is Etta's first encounter with my prayer stick - we'll call it a blessing of sorts, for both her and the stick.
25 January 2010

Alright, so here's what I think must have happened. It was a long day,
another super grey day, and I hadn't had the slightest bit of inspiration all day. So, when I got home, I grabbed my tripod, my remote and headed out into the snowy street. Clearly there's a ton of flare in this shot, but what I think is happening is a weird light reflecting thing causing after images of the stop sign down the street to come bouncing back at me. Crazy. Any other ideas?