Stories On Stone (Rock Art: Images From the Ancient Ones)

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I knew that the turtle’s creator might have lived in the valley two thousand years before my visit there I decided the artist was a man thin with long black hair hanging loose I pictured him pecking at the black volcanic rock with a hard stone one he had used again and again I imagined the man was a husband and father with a wife and children waiting for him in a grove of cottonwoods not far off There too would be the other members of his clan Many clans bands of people who lived and traveled together took their names from animals Perhaps this clan had named itself after the turtle I imagined that the man was making the turtle to thank the spirits for good luck in hunting or perhaps to ask for better luck in the next hunt Once finished with his work the man would rejoin his family and clan members in the trees He would know that anyone passing would see the turtle and understand what it meant