Occasionally I’d go for walk, or just somewhere to be alone or get cell-reception. I saw lots of eagles, and beautiful land that needs to be preserved. These are photos of walks over multiple days.
Looking towards the Missouri
Left below is Sacred Stone Camp
I met a friendly cat.
… and many horses and geese in formation, confused by the constantly circling helicopters and planes
And I have a hard time choosing photos. It was intensely beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time, and many things and sensory impressions added to the experience.
By the sweatlodge
Oceti Sakowin, the big camp seen from Rosebud camp. I did not go past Rosebud often, not at all in the first week. Sacred Stone had usually about 200 people, more on weekends, but Oceti was huge, several thousands, and hard to navigate.
Near Rosebud Camp
I spent that day entirely at Oceti, but managed only one usable photo…
Walking home at sunset
Beautiful morning with light frost
I started making friends with Sistah-Scout
I joined the water protectors at Sacred Stone Camp on the Standing Rock reservation for most of November. There was a pretty strict no-photos-at-camp policy, people who wanted to photograph had to go to trainings and get a press-pass, so there is not much here…
At the confluence of the Cannonball and the Missouri the currents created round rocks. They were considered sacred, but to the white people they just resembled cannonballs. The rivers were ultimately dammed by the Army corps of engineering, and no more round rocks were produced.
I found the camp and a great tentsite with awesome neighbors after 60 miles of detouring and going back to Bismarck, as the police had blockaded the road just before I arrived.
The first 2 days or so I helped in the kitchen and with the dishes, but then worked on building yurts the next 2 weeks.
next 2 photos were taken the same day on Kauai
I think I worked on at least a dozen yurts, in the end really understanding the process, and even learning the knots (I’m really challenged there). Nick, Michael and Paula are some of my favorite yurt-builer friends,most of them left shortly after the picture was taken
As it got colder I started adding layers to the tent
Before the sunrise prayers
First real frost
