An enchanted snow world under a charcoal black and damson sky with patches of pale ice blue edged with gold.
‘Whenever in the course of the daily hunt the red hunter comes across a scene that is strikingly beautiful or sublime –a black thunder cloud with the rainbow’s glowing arch above the mountain, a white waterfall in the heart of a green gorge, a vast prairie tinged with the red blood of sunset – he pauses for an instant in the attitude of worship. He sees no need for setting apart one day in sevenas a holy day, since all days are God’s’
Ohiyesa, a Dakota physician speaking in 1911
Felt like Ohiyesa.