The spirit of the cowboy remains the spirit of America.
As the last rays of sunlight fell upon Coalinga, California’s Iron Zoo with just one frame left on my last roll of Ektachrome, the photo gods smiled upon me.
Melody Ranch, Jackson Wyoming.
Thank you to working cowboy and Guggenheim grant-winning photographer Jay Dusard for arranging access to the branding.
Family table, Aztec Restaurant, Aztec, New Mexico.
Walking across the restaurant to look at a painting, I saw this family talking at the dinner table like we all did back in the day before cell phones.
George Sutton, Ruby’s Diner, Laguna Beach California. While I didn’t plan on making a portrait, I wondered what the Coca Cola sign would look like with the lens wide open. George obliged me with a quintessential pose. His wife Lois gave me his Banana Republic photojournalist vest after he passed away. Wearing it brings back fond memories of our many adventures.
Cow boss, Bondurant Wyoming.
Gerry Endicott graciously posed for a picture before reminding the crew: “Guys, we’re wastin’ daylight!”
Where in the heck is Wall Drug?
Born to be a cowboy.
Michael Pearson, Bondurant Wyoming.
While I was making pictures of anvils and saddles in the barn, the cowboys came in and saddled up their horses. The soft, even light inside was perfect for a quick portrait.
Great Gray Owl, Dairyland, Wisconsin. I made this photo during the 2005-2006 irruption, when thousands of Great Gray Owls migrated from Canada searching for food after the summer drought deprived them of the mice and voles they eat.