#101: Contrast and Compare
In Monument Valley I came across an elder Navajo woman who spoke not a word of English, only Navajo. She was cleaning up her table after a day of peddling recently handcrafted wares to passerby. The woman caught a glimpse of the cluster bracelet on my wrist and asked if she could see it, her daughter-in-law Janet translated.
I learned that she actually lived within Monument Valley, as Janet pointed to her home towards the horizon, and was related to everyone else who lives within it, either as a cousin, aunt, or grandmother.
This beautiful woman, with skin the color of the red rock surrounding us, had inherited her two bracelets from her mother. She was, of course, not selling. But, of course, I asked.