a collective blog by indigenous women photographers
I’ve got a history with my dad. Last year he had his larynx removed due to cancer and this is our first visit since the surgery. He is quieter and can’t speak as much. Most people won’t remember my dad like this but since his laryngeal cancer diagnosis, he has changed. He can still be… Continue reading Making Bannock
I don't remember the first time that my family went to the Falls. I'm sure there's another name for them - a Dene name - but that's what I've called them in my head, so that's what they remain for now. But I remember climbing forever, it seemed, and the dry pine needles on the… Continue reading The Land Carries Stories
However, I've had to set that way of thinking aside and just go with the flow, which hasn't been the easiest thing for me to do. Our plans have been changing every day.
Images of the St. Michael's Indian Residential School. (before it was torn down last year) I haven't shown any of these images publicly prior to this blog post. Even though these rooms were empty, the residue of the past was still present. If these walls could talk they'd have a lot to share with us.… Continue reading happy canada day
Yet it's not "wild." It's not "untamed." This land, this land is alive. It is breathing.
We plucked them, gutted them so they wouldn’t rot during transport and sieged them over the fire to get the remaining of the feathers off.
Sometime I have to bring one or both of my children to work with me. I sure hope they are learning something. -Amanda Laliberte
Honour. Respect. Cherish. Photo Essay by Shawna McLeod.
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