I am a Native American freelance writer/photographer
Living in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. I write on a variety of topics generally associated within the Native community but of interest to many politically, philosophically, spiritually, historically etc.
My photography is most generally in the nature, wildlife and scenic area but delve into the photo-ethnology field as well. Sometimes words and images come together to compliment each other and other times have nothing to do with the other. But when they do as they say, the rest is pure nectar!
In addition to my endeavors in the arts, I am also an accomplished horseman and breed and train American Quarter horses and Saddlebreds. Feel free to contact me.
wildlight@frontiernet.net
My passion is ...
The Natural World
I know too much about ...
Survival
My parents always told me ...
To land on my feet
My childhood ambition ...
To be a cowboy
My favorite memory ...
Scarlett (a horse)
Why I write ...
Freedom, creative outlet, adventure
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
reading Tolstoy's Anna Kerinina and Micheal Talbots Holigraphic Universe (depending on mood) I watch House and Supernatural and listen to SRV
My first job ...
cowboy
My best moment ...
realising for the first time the world owed me nothing and I owed it everything
My inspiration ...
Crazy Horse anyone who stands up for their convictions regardless of the outcome
"Mothers song "
It was hot! another one of those sleepless nights when even the shroud of darkness doesn't bring any cool relief to the humid, stagnate air. The short lived relief I had sought in the shower had long since wore off. Wore off, Ha! . It was more like the cool streams water rolling down my body morphed right back into hot beads of sweat as soon as I turned the tap off.
Funny thing, nights like this when sleep won't come You lay there trying to decide if the sheet was helping or making it worse. You play yo yo with it, pulling it up and kicking it back off. You pull it up ...
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