Photo~journalism

Yet we all know that the most sure outcome of birth, life, living.. is.. death. That, death is coming.. it is just a matter of: when, where, & how.
This being the one promise, the genuine guarantee no one can escape from..
So to understand, except, & prepare yourself for this journey. Is it a journey?
The journey through life, living with the things you do.. your accomplishments, your failures, your laughter & your tears.. To journey into death, Then to journey through death into the next life? Is it is it just a matter of: (time) when, where, & how.. you will find yourself coming out of another birthright?birth & living.
Yes? Not to prepare obsessively, but conscious daily meditations? Yes?
If your seeing question marks this means I'm asking if you know something
if so, can you elaborate, confirm or not?
So we know we are born & each moment is a moment closer to our death or the end of journey.
The journey to where? & why?
Well.. The journey into death in search of the only thing that one can presume
is birth or life. But if this is the case then we must assume that like life or birth one could be lucky in the sense that you could be still born or still death. Well thats enough of that a wild sock it got out of the mental laundry basket I'll try not to let many of those negative ideas get out & in to this
journal of thoughts. sorry there..


This is a photo of my mother when she was in High school.
"Mary Louise Laird" - I was conceived then born not long after this photo was taken.
Thank You Mother:-)!!!

People:


I attended the Indian PowWow at Riverfront Park on August 25th. 2006.
The Fancy Dancing competitons were great. The Indian people at the PowWow were true to heart and serious, yes, as serious as their forefathers were.
My imagination placed beaver pelts at the concession stands, beads which were already there
buffalo meat simmering on a rotating spit, raw liver and bowls of buffalo tripe cleaned and heated in large wooden bowls drenched in butter. A mountain man sitting indian style on one side of the larger wooden bowls and an Indian brave on the other side each with their hands slipping on the hot buttered intestines, pulling them to their hungey mouths racing now to see who would consume swallowing gulp after gulp of the white membranes filling their prepared & starving stomachs to win the competition as well. They decided by who comsumed the most lengths of the intestines before the time period was up or they ran out of intestines, whichever came first. Tomahawk & knive throwing contests as well as powder & shot muzzle loading shoots.
These later contests were not in the yearly PowWow of nowadays. I really injoyed taking these photos with hopes that you all may find pleasure in viewing them.
thankyou james c. moerike`