The book includes approximately 200 color pictures taken by the author, while on his journey through Pine Ridge. Enjoy a sampling shown in the gallery below:
Nick Tilsen and I stand together at the Thunder Valley offices on the day we first met.
Colors, movement, drums and chants all merge as the energy of the opening ceremony fills the pow-wow grounds. it was a very emotional experience for me.
The single wild flower I study, while lying on my stomach that morning on the hilltop above the trading post. The closer I look, the more I see.
Cecy’s sewing circle in action at Saint Agnes Church in Manderson, just down the street from Pinky’s store.
The old abandoned buildings of the northern plains slowly make their circle back into the earth.
Buffalo, Rosie’s dog, is my four-legged friend. He joins me for every walk along the fence lines above the Singing Horse Trading Post.
The sign in front of this housing cluster at Wounded Knee symbolizes the longstanding ineffectiveness of government at Pine Ridge.
The late fall grass in the morning sun on the hills above the Singing Horse Trading Post.
My favorite fence lines in the world are in the hills above the Singing Horse Trading Post. They tell a story if you sit there quietly and listen.
Sunrise above the bluffs near the Singing Horse Trading Post, north of Manderson on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in present day South Dakota.
This curious young colt had his first encounter with a spiral notebook the day we met.
Once broken open, the inside of the weathered siding was bright and fresh with new life.
Devils Tower, photographed by Kevin Hancock
I love this picture. I took it on the first day of my first trip to Pine Ridge. It captures so many elements of the Pine Ridge experience. Nature overshadows the human footprint. The church itself is symbolic of the effort to “remake” the Lakota, yet the church lies abandoned. The church, the road and the telephone poles are the only signs of human existence. From no vantage point can you see another building because it is a long way to the next one. When I took this picture, I just stopped my car in the road and got out. There was no traffic. Except for the wind, it was perfectly silent.