" . . . And now they were traveling along the trail again. . .
clouds changed into hills, canyons rose as high
as the mountains__ tumbleweeds ran by them __
" I'll show you how to hunt rabbits." whispered
Tzimo, "isn't time for lunch?" " Yes, I'll show you. . ."
Quail Bird flew on the lowest branch of a
cottonwood tree. "Alright", he said, "you do that
and I'll sing my best song for you." Tzimo
let his gun drop down real slow and sat on the sand.
He listened to Quail's singing. It was so beautiful_
tears came to his eyes_ and he never spoke about
killing rabbits again."
_ the photographies are Paul Strand. They are platinum
prints. 1930's.
_ the words are (c) 2010 by blt
