Again, I am priviledged to post a photo from the vast archives of "Anne Gordon Images". You can connect to her website in the sidebar to the right. I have included her explanation of the picture.
"It is time for the Grand Entry and the Grass dancers,
as is customary, have prepared the arena with a
vigorous foot-stomping dance. As we watch, men and
women draw apart and wait silently.
The compelling voice of the drums and a wild, wailing
song set the procession in motion and they move,
slowly, deliberately, into the circle. As the solemn
line, including flag-bearing veterans of World War 11
pass a man and woman in beads and leather and
feathers, a fragrant herbal smoke rises from a hand
held sea shell. The mixture of sweet grass and sage
smoulders. The smoke trickles upwards and is brushed
towards individuals with a feathery bird's wing.
Reaching a crescendo the drums thunder. The lead
singer's voice soars heavenwards in a wild plaintive
cry. Then, for a moment there is a profound silence.
Women, mesmerized, bob up and down, on their suede
dresses long leather thongs decorated with beads sway
in time to their movement. The rustle and jingle of
silver cones whispers in the air".