Tribal Mother
Part of my job as mother was to take pictures. As you know this tribe was non- conventional. I had to make sure that I intruded all the time and I found myself generally interested in whatever the tribe was doing musically. I would like to say I didn’t know they were a bunch of wild drinking out of control evil heathens, though. I thought of them as eccentic and for me it was like watching the most amazing group of humans. I learn that unconventional had its problems, but they were able to save each other from all depths. To the Tribe I would like to contribute these pictures of incredible moments in my life. I am cataloging them for your memory. Since you probably have lost portions of it to some Russian Vodka. I hope you like them.
This is Beejay