above image: parkman's travel tales 1849 (a young man spitting a bullet into the barrel to load his rifle.) remington art.
Today the snow was floating down like crazy. I even went outside to film it a couple of times.
I watched a few victorian/ pagan inspired music videos then I really started feeling the supernatural powers of the snow, I think I even saw a spirit out there! Just sayin'.
'Telluric'
There is a voice in that snow, the wind did show.
But what does it want to inform me?
Blow and come to life in the trees the water can do,
even when white and temporal and frighteningly new.
The wind raced down the street as five gusty silhouettes then one raced toward me
and stilled my regrets.
Like a spirit bullet it did look,
giant and startling.
They want me to bring a strength quiet and delicate as the jewels of the prarie dance.
Whispering ghosts brought on by nature itself.
The snow and I are of the same boundaries.
And all the humankind of the ages grow with the
seasons fine veils.
Bending like tall field grass.
Changing states like water.
even when white and temporal and frighteningly new.
The wind raced down the street as five gusty silhouettes then one raced toward me
and stilled my regrets.
Like a spirit bullet it did look,
giant and startling.
They want me to bring a strength quiet and delicate as the jewels of the prarie dance.
Whispering ghosts brought on by nature itself.
The snow and I are of the same boundaries.
And all the humankind of the ages grow with the
seasons fine veils.
Bending like tall field grass.
Changing states like water.
ioway artifact, female figure vessel.
image above, pencil ledger drawing: Mr. Growing Thunder
another native american pencil drawing
ioway indian
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