1. I built this altar in memory of my father and all the village hunters that were depended on to provide meat for their family.  At the age of ten, living in the Sierra Madre of Mexico, my father was handed a rifle a bullet and his mothers blessings.  The family prayed at thier alter for his safe return and a successful hunt.  They lit candles, set out baskets with beans and rice and antlers from previous animals.  I loved to hear my father tell us stories of his childhood filled with challenges, adventures and dreams.  I find much joy sharing these memories.DSC_0004

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