My friend invited me to a Native American Pow Wow that was taking places near Palm Springs today. He gave me some warning tips since I would be an “outsider”. He knows where I go, my camera comes with me.
I found it very interesting being allowed in to this world I only read about in history books. A place where Native Americans call themselves the name white men gave to them long ago, “Indians.” I couldn’t help but look at the fine details of their jewelry, the colors that were used and the feathers that made them into warriors.
The sound of the drums seemed to go in rhythm with my very own heart beat. The yelling no longer sound like noise but instead I could hear the call of unity.
What I found beautiful, generations before misunderstood.