Sunday, August 26, 2007

HUEY-MOORE WEDDING PART 2 (USA VERSION)


KRISTIN AND I CELEBRATED OUR GLORIOUS UNION AS MAN AND WIFE
AUG 18. THIS IS OUR FORMAL PORTRAIT.


CUTTING THE CAKE


PARTY INVITATION


LO-FI PARTY


KATE AND JAPH "IN THE PHOTO BOOTH"


AZUR AND SQUIRREL


TIM AND MAHALIE


MORRISON/HUEY/HAINES FAMILY


BRIDE AND GROOM


PAUL KELLEY


HUEYHAUS KIDS

MORE PHOTO BOOTH SHOTS AT: www.flickr.com/photos/13708744@N05/sets/72157603501734380/

Sunday, August 5, 2007

HOME ON THE REZ

PINE RIDGE, SOUTH DAKOTA

Ive been here a week now and have set up a tent in the back yard of (ex?) Wild Boyz member Boy Howdy (AKA: Gabe Dreamer). His mother, Dar, has taken me in like a member of the family. It’s a safe place, if you don’t run from Queenie, a 15 year old pitbull (with ground dragging udders), who occasionally bites. When the wind blows just right it smells like a dead cat.

This place has chewed me up and spit me out so many times. But it is changing me.

I used to think this was the most depressing place Id ever seen. Its still tough, no doubt, but there is something that makes me happy here now. I guess its family. I have that here now. I have it in a dozen house that let me walk in and out at will. I have it at the homes that feed me, and tell me their greatest hopes and fears, I have it in the mothers who have adopted me and tell me they love me when I sit down next to them on the broken concrete steps of their homes.

In Manderson (Murderville) my people welcome me. A strange place to call home, but that is what it has become. Two families want to oficially adopt me into the tribe and it makes me question many things. Do I deserve that honor? Can I handle that kind of commitment? Will it stop me from telling the story that needs to be told? Already there is guilt and a feeling that I may not have a right to tell this story.

In one of those homes, the Ghost house, JJ has infantigo, crusting scabs that ooze puss, all over his chin. You get weird shit out here. Bed bugs, Infantigo, lung problems from black mold, gang green, but the worst is the vertigo. It may just be us Washichu that get it. Its easy to get confused on the rez. If you show up here and think you know where you are then you are definitely lost. This place is too complex to feel solid, too layered, too hurt, too sad, too strong.