RODEO

I had a 1984 Ford F150 pick-up truck with a stick shift on the floor and a cap on the back, my rodeo road home. I stayed in a campground for about eight bucks a night and cup of coffee was a quarter. I didn’t spend much time there only enough to crawl in and out of my truck and get a few hours of sleep in between time trials in the morning and Coors Lite (not my beer of choice) at night.

Ah my twenties, the truck now replaced by a Prius those old Nikon manual focus cameras replaced by Canon digital. The speed needed to run up and over the fence in under eight seconds from a charging bull a bit faded, but not my Kodachrome find. Slides filed away from my long-ago life. These images are not so much about the action, but more those moments of youth and the dance before the big show at the rodeo.