Navajo elders teach traditional weaving to younger generations.

The children watched closely, their small hands mimicking the elder's movements, pulling the wool into soft, airy tufts. Sunlight streamed through the windows as they worked, dust motes dancing in the golden rays. Slowly, colors began to emerge on the loom. Red first, then deep browns and yellows, each strand carefully placed. Over weeks, a geometric pattern took shape. One girl struggled with the tension, her brow furrowed in concentration as the elder gently guided her hand. Another practiced blending the dyes to match the exact shade of the desert landscape. Sometimes, the rugs were sold at the local market, the money going back into buying more wool and dye. Now, a new group of children gathers each afternoon, ready to learn the ancient skill. The current rug, halfway finished, shows a line of simplified Yei figures.