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  • It was a cold and bright day on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation as we headed down the frozen highway to Wounded Knee. We were laughing, talking, and remembering the good ole days from a youth not so long ago, our music turned up loud. My brother Leroy had come home from Omaha, NE for the holidays, really for his birthday and new years. We had spent the morning drinking coffee, the laughs had started then.
    As we traveled from Rushville, NE, a small border town of our rez, i snapped pictures. I always loved photography, though i never gloried myself a pro. I just liked to capture the moment, the soon gone and perhaps forgotten moment. I snapped mindless chatter of cars and winos, maybe a dog or 2.
    We were on our back from Wounded Knee, cruising by the Massacre monument was an everyday thing for those of us growing up there. I thought, hey! i should snap a picture! Not a tourist season picture, but a real one, with the snow blowing so cold, just like that day, just like the day my people were slaughtered. I kept seeing the famous image of Big Foot in frozen in the snow, the only true essence of death I have seen capture by a photog.
    I thought, Im gonna take a picture of some warriors. I asked me fiancé to stop, as we came over the first hill. I told him and my brother to get out. I said, "We should take a pic, a real one. A picture like that day, only lets show life. Take your hair out and let it blow." We jumped out of the car as my brother undid his hair tie. I said, "ok, now look really stoic, look really mean and tough, look like a warrior."
    I quickly snapped the picture and we hurried to get in the van. It was so cold, the snow like ice crystals stabbing your cheeks. We all let a BUURR and a shiver out. I said, "Look, it looks good! it looks BADASS!"
    This picture says so much to me. I caught 2 warriors, modern day warriors, as they rode around the reservation. 2 long haired Lakota boys, in the midst of the storm, still alive. They were alive. We are alive. A people annihilated, still LIVE.
    The Lost Boys shall always live.
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