a collective blog by indigenous women photographers
But those of us left looking for our sister or auntie or daughter or mother know that this has been going on for way too long. Why suddenly is it a hot topic? This is something so real, something so terrible and monstrous and bigger than any one of us can understand. And it has somehow become normalized in our society.
She looks out the kitchen window for a real long time, thinking. I put some thick raspberry jam on my bannock and start eating, listening to the radio on low.
Tonight I am planning for tomorrow’s meals and look into our deep freezer and find a couple of deer steaks that I bought from someone, venison sausages given in exchange for some photos, 10 lbs of halibut that was delivered fresh to our door on the very same day it was caught, bags of prawns that were gifted to my husband, more salmon, halibut, crab and black cod that was gifted to our family.
I have a four-year-old daughter. She has her grandmother’s pale Metis skin and wavy hair. She has her dad’s ears and my lips. She has her grandmother’s eyes – sometimes incredibly sad, often mischievous, and naturally watchful. She looks like her ancestors, all mixed up in a package of dimples and a strong, powerful voice.… Continue reading snapshots, side by side
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