12 Hours Driving To Buy My Loom

Yesterday I drove 12 hours round trip in order to bring a loom back to this place in the north that is my home, and home to my friends – white, aboriginal, and Metis – and which is now an even better place because this beautiful machine has been rescued from neglect and now provides another way for me to simply work in this solitary place.  There are no adequate words for the vastness of the north or of yesterday’s trip – beautiful in-and-of-itself – where I saw no one on the road for hours and no radio was needed.  Twelve hours of a vast land, peace and quiet, areas of desolation, not even a small snippet of which is hinted at on these videos below.  Very content with simple things…

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