We can feel it change, the drop in temperature, the drumming of the Earth.  Seasons change, and we honor them all. It’s harvest time, a time when we reap our rewards, and we give honor to our Creator/God/the Universe for providing us with life.  This is a Native American Pow Wow that I attended back in 1990-something for 3 days. The drumming drummed me back into the circle and I shot 10 rolls of film, all in black in white. I couldn’t stop. I was absorbed in this wonderful dance of thanks and honor. We were allowed to take photos only when they allowed it, for when it was a sacred dance, a photograph could steal away their souls.