My first grad school photo

Made from three filtered black and white negatives to create a full color image.

and on the passing of another friend...

and oh,

how we could've been great friends as adults.

but i just know that we picked on each other as kids

seventh grade pranks in uniform

tenth grade flirts

then loosing touch.

is this the fate of all those friends

the ones who i think i'll some day reconnect with

the ones who i wonder whatever happened to them

only to find out it's too late?

then remembering the others before

and family

and all that's left is remembering

and that was that.

I know that I left you for dead.

Don't give up so soon.

And so she began to cut and sew again.
She's putting things in her suitcase
and reading old writings.
She's still missing those friends,
wondering where they've all gone.

A flat buffalo lays upon a pile of scraps.
A cat lays on a stack of bags.

Put her in your dreams, your memories
that's all that's left.

LUMBINI PARK at the Sedona International Native American Film Festival!

My short film "Lumbini Park" will screen at the Sedona International Film Festival SRMG Native American Film Festival on June 5th! More info about the festival here:

http://www.nafestival.com/films.htm

morning on the hill

Coastal House

Sunday Afternoon Poolside

March morning, things growing.

Hello blog.

It's been a while. I've been bustling about the Echo Park Film Center, and keeping very up to date with that blog while slightly ignoring my own. I plan to update more often in the near future. Stories, photos, maybe even films. There's inspiration stirring in the air.

This morning I hopped on the EPFC Filmmobile for my first class. We went to Venice YouthBuild and taught seven students, including their teacher, how to edit the video they shot all week. They'll be finishing up those projects tomorrow. It really is an amazing thing that we have going on here. The bus is beautiful, runs on recycled vegetable oil, and goes all over teaching people how to make films and showing great films too. Waking up to the early Los Angeles sunlight and heading out to teach video making is quite unlike any other experience. The directors envision a whole brigade of buses and I'm completely into the idea. We can start a veg powered filmmobile revolution!

Happy Holidays from Leonard Peltier

Forwarded on behalf of the Leonard Peltier Defense Offense Committee
www.whoisleonardpeltier.info

Greetings and happy holidays. I hope this letter finds you all
enjoying the spirit of the season with family and friends.

My August parole denial was appealed in short order. We are expecting
a response to that appeal sometime very soon. It has occurred to
me that the viciousness of this system knows no bounds, and so I
believe strongly in the coming days we will hear of another loss,
another denial. This one will be timed and intended specifically
as a twisted Christmas present for me, such is the nature of those
in charge. With no sense of balance, fairness, or decency, I await
my own personal stocking stuffer.

We all know the so-called justice system of this country is
more about revenge and retribution than finding true and just
resolution. It doesn't take into account the plight of the wrongfully
convicted, nor does it allow flexibility as human endeavors always
require. This system has always been about making money at the top,
furthering careers in the middle, and forgetting those at the bottom.

Their reason for denying my parole is that I refuse to admit guilt
and show remorse for the deaths of two FBI agents. I know the
righteousness of my situation. I know what I did and didn't do. I
will never yield.

I also know what this country did and continues to do to me and many
others. While they demand I make a false confession for the sake of
my freedom, they show no remorse for the loss of much of my life,
or the lives of Joe Stuntz and countless others they have murdered
over the generations simply for being who they were. Those lives
are meaningless when compared to their precious FBI, I guess. And
now, some of the very ones responsible for the deaths and suffering
of so many of my people, are peddling books and claiming to be a
friend of the Indian. We've seen this before, and I'll speak more
about this soon.

I remain proud of what I have stood for and mindful of what real
justice is. In this season of love and forgiveness, please say a
prayer for all of those who never knew justice and others who have
such difficulty in finding it still today.

My love and my prayers go out to all of you.

Happy Holidays.

In the Spirit of Crazy Horse,


Leonard Peltier
Time to set him free... Because it is the RIGHT thing to do.

Friends of Peltier
http://www.FreePeltierNow.org