The Bigger Picture

When I began this blog, it was with the inquiry of which picture to have printed in a poster format. Having won the draw in a contest at an event in the cultural centre, I found the opportunity to learn something. Digging through the Yukon archives, I found a less digital and more physical, real world. This below is the picture I chose, along with one other that I paid for in the whim of acquiring my reward for participation. As of yet, still to date as I type this the photos have not been framed. I yearn for the reality made real when I can have the images hung in a home I can call my own. The description for the picture below: "A whole fleet of First Nations women in eight canoes paddle out to trade with the passengers on the steamships (steamships not visible)Wharf area with small boat docked near warehouse like buildings and tents can be seen along the shore in the background, C.1900"

What is to add is that I hadn't found the other half to this photo that has the steamboats in row, shown across the waters. It is incredible such a considerable group herein is shown, never beknownst in a moment devoted throughout the educational curriculums across generations, in my time nor before. I know this is of a world no more, the old world where one would often find the ways to themselves - seldom often of consequence without others. Now no one escapes the grasp of the world wide web. I dreamt of a world where the rivers were like roads, the mountains like airways, and the fields fetched far across the lands as trees could climb to the sky. In measure of the art I could carry out, it is in consideration of the consequences prior and posted to view before you, the reader online herein. In vein of a world where women aren't missing and men represent the lands under bands united in hands to help the people towards creation of a space so vastly encompassing the nations that no one goes without in the bounty of the natural world with the ways of old when things were dire and lasting. The continuation of my art escapades as the ultimate void in the time that I occupy whether it was here up north, down in Vancouver, or even southern more at Standing Rock continues to prove existential. Gunnel'chish, Merci Beaucoup, Thank you. (Image Below) Some souvenirs of a trip to Wolf Canyon. August 1928. The Portage at Hoole Canyon [A group of First Nations people portaging a freighter canoe at Hoole Canyon on the Pelly River.