Oil Patch Vernacular #5 Rawlins, Wyoming 2014

No mincing words here, it’s a bar. Don’t need to know anything else.

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Oil Patch Vernacular #4 Rawlins, Wyoming 2014

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Oil Patch Vernacular #3 Rawlins, Wyoming 2014

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Oil Patch Vernacular #2 Rawlins, Wyoming 2014

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Oil Patch Vernacular #1 Rawlins, Wyoming 2014

Rawlins is the county seat of Carbon County, Wyoming and also houses the state penitentiary. But it seems most dominated by the oil industry. It appears to be a town that was built with just the basics needed to get the job done and with whatever materials where handy and cheap, with few fancy frills to embellish the surroundings. You might say it possesses a lot of butt-ugly honesty. It takes a certain mentality to appreciate that kind kind of environment enough to photograph it, so of course I took up the challenge when we spent the night there on our way to Colorado a couple of weeks ago.]]>

Patriot’s Dream #40 Bozeman, Montana 2014

I probably should have done this one in color as it might be hard to tell that the guy on the left’s guitar is painted in an American flag motif, but otherwise I thought it worked better in black and white. Not surprisingly perhaps, the songs these guys were playing were oldies, but they weren’t as old as they are.]]>

Lives Real and Imagined #33 Bozeman, Montana 2014

Bozeman is a long way from the Bourbon St. lifestyle as illustrated on the side of this New Orleans themed fun house. If you haven’t seen the complete Lives Real and Imagined gallery on my website, you can view it here.]]>

Don’t Let Them Get Your Goat Bozeman, Montana 2014

Two kids (pun intended) wait to have their goats judged at the Gallatin County Fair. It’s kind of neat (no pun intended) that the children always dress up so nicely for the various animal class judging sessions.  ]]>

The Lineup Bozeman, Montana 2014

Some kid goats at the Gallatin County Fair scrambling for some feed.

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Continuity Winter Park, Colorado 2014

 Pardon me while I indulge in a post of primarily personal interest. On vacation this last weekend the Fashion Queen took this photo of me and my childhood friends Steve Johnson (left) and Marc Palmateer (right). I realized on this trip that I’ve known these guys since I was 8 or 9 years old, which (besides my family of course) is longer than I’ve know anyone else I still hang out with. It’s both comforting and scary to know that I have a track record of anything besides my bad habits that has lasted over a half century. Thanks for putting up with me all these years guys!]]>