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Desert Big Horn Sheep 2022 1
A girlfriend and I spent several days camping in the desert hoping to find a group of these animals. We never saw a single one. A Palm Desert resident I spoke with said, "I've only ever seen them in the zoo." Once, I saw a group along the Green River in Utah, going to get a drink of water. These were at the edge of the urban area in Coachella Valley in the undeveloped portion of Palm Desert. There were two groups: about eight here and a lone male with a radio collar about a mile from these. The sheep weren't alarmed that I was approaching with a camera as they could have easily run straight up this hillside. The terrain was too tough for me to get any closer.
I have trouble decoding human body language. I think the male's ears turned back toward me mean, "I hear you and I'm ignoring you." They look healthy.
Corrections are welcomed.
Once, only Indians lived on this land. Then came strangers from across the Great Water. No land had they; we gave them our land. No food had they; we gave them our corn. The strangers are become many and they fill the country. They dig gold — from my mountains; they build houses — of the trees of my forests; they rear cities — of my stones and rocks; they make fine garments — from the hides and wool of animals that eat my grass. None of the things that make their riches did they bring with them from beyond the Great Water; all comes from my land…
But the white man has never known the Indian. It is thus: there are two roads, the white man's road and the Indians' road. Neither traveler knows the road of the other.
There are birds of many colors — red, blue, green, yellow — yet it is all one bird. There are horses of many colors — brown, black, yellow, white — yet it is all one horse. So cattle, so all living things — animals, flowers, trees. So men: in this land where once were only Indians are now men of every color — white, black, yellow, red — yet all one people. That this should come to pass was in the heart of the Great Mystery. It is right thus. And everywhere there shall be peace.
— Hiamovi, High Chief of Cheyenne and Dakota nations from The Indian's Book by Natalie Curtis
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Desert Big Horn Sheep 2022 1
A girlfriend and I spent several days camping in the desert hoping to find a group of these animals. We never saw a single one. A Palm Desert resident I spoke with said, "I've only ever seen them in the zoo." Once, I saw a group along the Green River in Utah, going to get a drink of water. These were at the edge of the urban area in Coachella Valley in the undeveloped portion of Palm Desert. There were two groups: about eight here and a lone male with a radio collar about a mile from these. The sheep weren't alarmed that I was approaching with a camera as they could have easily run straight up this hillside. The terrain was too tough for me to get any closer.
I have trouble decoding human body language. I think the male's ears turned back toward me mean, "I hear you and I'm ignoring you." They look healthy.
Corrections are welcomed.
Once, only Indians lived on this land. Then came strangers from across the Great Water. No land had they; we gave them our land. No food had they; we gave them our corn. The strangers are become many and they fill the country. They dig gold — from my mountains; they build houses — of the trees of my forests; they rear cities — of my stones and rocks; they make fine garments — from the hides and wool of animals that eat my grass. None of the things that make their riches did they bring with them from beyond the Great Water; all comes from my land…
But the white man has never known the Indian. It is thus: there are two roads, the white man's road and the Indians' road. Neither traveler knows the road of the other.
There are birds of many colors — red, blue, green, yellow — yet it is all one bird. There are horses of many colors — brown, black, yellow, white — yet it is all one horse. So cattle, so all living things — animals, flowers, trees. So men: in this land where once were only Indians are now men of every color — white, black, yellow, red — yet all one people. That this should come to pass was in the heart of the Great Mystery. It is right thus. And everywhere there shall be peace.
— Hiamovi, High Chief of Cheyenne and Dakota nations from The Indian's Book by Natalie Curtis
Journalism grade image.
Source: 2,000x2,000 16-bit TIF file.
Please do not copy this image for any purpose.