O'Keefe Among the Kivas

Georgia on my mind. I know she's been here. They say she lived her last years north of Santa Fe. I drove so long to reach this desolate place and descend into its depths. Just to find her remnants, her faded botanicals with their vulvate pistils. Would she dare to desecrate this amerind sanctum?

"Hell yeah", she seems to say. "Just another all-men's club with peyote for cigars and dust for reason. Ritualize them, and you dance with wolves."

Kiva and flowers: my photos
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