An elder, sits on an deserted street corner in the shade. No one to disturber her. Looking from one direction to the next, she has no good for sale. She is just resting. Her hands folded expressing time to spare. She is like Mary, but with life purpose past. Her eyes about worn out from time's encountered pains and joys. She is the tail end of the indigenous woman giving way to tights, and western clothes for her grand daughters to wear and be more like the tourist that come in outdoor fashion design and MTV night life things to wear. Yes the tourist that want to come and not try to engage with the people of the land .Maybe if they heard their story it would erase a heartless western society that bares no heart but an image on Facebook. I had come from the store with supplies for finds untracked areas at 16100 plus feet I shared my supplies. Gator Aide , a can bar, and a big of chips. She thanked me and I thanked her and was on my way. via http://bit.ly/1HWIAgi
