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As we flew home from our ten-month trip around the world, and I looked down upon the vast canyon lands of the American West, I thought...

"This is it. I am home."

Canyon de ChellyI thought that even though I don't know these canyon lands well. And even though I wasn't born here.

Trail to White House, Canyon de ChellyAt that moment of coming back home, I also made a spontaneous vow "to keep my pilgrim self alive."

I knew it wouldn't be easy. And it hasn't been.

Chaco CanyonSo you can imagine how good it felt to be on the road again, this time on a road trip through
Anasazi lands in the Four Corners.

Pueblo Bonito, Chaco CanyonAnaasází is a Navajo word that means "Ancient Ones" or "Ancient Enemy." Ancestral Pueblo peoples is the preferred term now because Anaasází suggests a sudden mysterious departure of the old ones and a radical discontinuity between them and the Pueblo people living in the Four Corners today.

Hubbell's Trading Post, GanadoI just heard Robert Harrison say that he writes for the dead. And I understand that.

But we don't only hear the dead through the texts that they have written. Although those texts more than help us.

Mesa VerdeMaybe, in fact, they are portals, shamans' caches, places, as the Celts would say, where the world is thin.

Artist Melissa LoftonAnd so places where we, too, can pass back and forth more readily between our familiar waking worlds

Mesa Verde...and that other realm that we don't quite know how to name.


A full gallery of Debi's Southwest photographs appears here.


The revolution will be televised, after all...

The actions at UC Berkeley and now at UC Davis these past days have been eye-opening. Around the country we are seeing civil disobedience being used effectively again.

Image by Pj Seleska.I've long thought that for real social change the following would be necessary:

1. The left would need to claim higher moral ground.

2. Good street theater would need to occur.

3. The above two points both de facto assume the need for civil disobedience.

4. An insistence upon the honest use of language would need to be successfully re-asserted.

I never had much hope of the above actually happening — but it's happening now. For one thing, I thought the eroded nature of public discourse — given corporate media control — was unlikely to be turned back. I assumed the left would need to keep groveling for crumbs of media attention. I listened with a certain agnosticism to reports of the role social media has played in places like Tahrir Square recently. ("Yes," I thought, "cell phones must be something like handy walkie-talkies in the streets now.")

But now that I see social media in effect near at hand in places like Berkeley and Davis, I'm changing my tune — even if only in this important arena of political action. The "people's mike" and "mike checks" are more than poignant metaphors. Cell phone cameras create "citizen journalists" everywhere.

The revolution will be televised, after all.



Peacewalk for a Nuclear Free World

Here is a very good reason to have a nulcear free world. Visit the latest post on Red Egg's SARHENTARUC JOURNAL, Sacred Sites Peacewalk for a Nuclear Free World.


The Wild West - part 3

This Sunday was the fourth day into our trip, and we felt the need for a little culture. Breakfast at the Custer County Art & Heritage Center was the best (and maybe only) option in town. 

There we were treated to an exhibit of LA Huffman’s photography...

and paintings by Theodore Waddell.

Outside, the Yellowstone River was threatening to crest, and this flood warning was announced on the news: “The river will continue to rise & exceed flood stage Sun morn at Forsyth and will rise above flood stage by late morn at Miles City.”

But that didn't stop us—and it didn't stop the Cowboy Mardi Gras either. Once again we trudged through the mud for another afternoon at the Bucking Horse Sale.

Not every princess can get away with wearing a shower cap under her tiara.

Is this young stud the next Blake Shelton?

Or the next JJ Elshere?

And hopefully this young cowboy sticks with gum...

and doesn’t pick up this nasty habit.

Say "hi" to Scott, Betty, Annette, Suzanne, Sarah and Juliette. The Western Muck Dusters.

Well, alligators live in swamps, right?

“He’s one of our youngest cowboys, but don’t let his age fool you. Do I hear $1200 for this talented young buck?”

Calm down, girls, it’s not what you think. These cowboys are being auctioned off for the bronc riding competition.

“My baby and my Bud!”

As a photographer sometimes you have to put yourself in the line of fire to get the shot.

The shotgun chaps are pretty dang cool!

Especially from this angle. Now I was getting up close and personal with the riders...

and with the horses.

This is the Calcutta event where some the top bronc riders in the world come to compete.

Keeping your chaps clean is an added incentive for staying on that bucking horse.

Many think that the "flank strap" causes the horse pain, but it actually tickles the horse's abdomen which makes him kick out higher and straighter. Once the ride is over, the strap is taken off the horse...

and removed from the ring.

OK, I'm really not obsessed, I just couldn't resist.

Yep, that's yet another Bud can.

Getting the saddle on the horse is likely just as difficult as staying on the saddle for eight long seconds.

Can't wait for those pick-up guys, right?

The Old Yellow Slicker

No matter how sloppy or muddy or lowery;
No matter how cold or unpleasant the storm,
No matter how blusterin', gusty or showery.
That old yellow slicker I wore kept me warm...(read the whole poem here)

It looks really awkward, but laying back on your horse is the correct way to come out of the chute.

The flank-strap is being taken away, while the horse is being picked up.

Though a good cowboy should be tough, he should also have "soft hands," much like a good pianist.

This thrown rider was a pretty good sport. After hurling mud at the hecklers...

he strutted back across the field with a big smile on his face,

and the announcer politely ponted out that he had missed a spot on his right shoulder.

Is this a Crest White Strip ad if you've ever seen one?

I returned to the stands to meet my friends...

and we watched the final event where the horses were auctioned off.

And then after all the bucking and mucking in Miles City, we headed back to Runamuck Ranch.

And on that wet drive back, we watched the dark clouds and the rising river and pondered the risk of staying in that area with road closures and unsafe riding conditions. But far more serious was the threat to crops and homes from the bulging rivers and the imminent snow melts as the Yellowstone swells and pours into the Missouri River.