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Spring Brings Out The Drummers

While at Occupy for an Easter visit some of the Occupants mentioned their desire to join the rendezvous at Liberty Park believing that the Drum Circle should be out in full force.  Only one child in tow with me today we had plenty of room to take a few others for the drive over to Liberty.


As we walked from 1100 East where we parked on the street over to the East side of the park I could hear the beating of the drums getting louder.  The louder they became the harder my heart began to pound- excitement was flowing through me.
We joined the drum circle but only after passing by several other small gatherings of friends and families.  It was a warm and sun shiny day- perfect for Easter and springtime gatherings.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I had no idea what a large group of drummers there was.  The earth vibrated with their beats- the dancers moved to the sound.  It was all intertwined.  I was amazed at the amount of people there, but also the diversity of the group.

Many young children enjoyed the warmth and joy found in the park this afternoon.  There were many familiar faces from Occupy SLC @ Pioneer Park whom I had not seen in months.  While watching the
dancers and drummers I met a beautiful woman, a former professional photographer.  She asked to see my camera and we began discussion on our dislike of Photoshop and our common desire to capture a perfect shot without any need for alteration.  She was kind enough to allow my a photograph of her Rosie the Riveter tattoo.  I wish I had caught her name, all I can tell you is that she also shoots with a Cannon, but far better model than mine.  (Yes there was a tinge of jealousy when she told me she shoots with a 5D).


After a few hours of photographing the drum circle a new dancer appeared, adorned in black with a silver coin belt.  The red streaks she had dyed in her hair lit up like fire in the rays of the sun.  Her movement mesmerised many, it was amazing to not only watch her as she danced but to watch the spectators as they also watched her entranced.

               I can not wait to go back!














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