Evening Primrose in patriotic mode (red, white, blue)
A fashion maven.
My area of “expertise”… no, not expertise, uh… my area of interest lies in cowboy equipment.
I used to be that skinny.
From the Spanish word, chinkaderos.
That’s /shaps/ not /chaps/.
Short chaps with a voiced /ch/ are height impaired British guys.
‘Round here, they are pretty plain jane.
Nuthin’ too splashy or bright.
Can’t get much more basic than this.
They are useful… that’s their priority. I offered once to buy Victoria some “bling” conchos.
She gave me a disgusted look.
I think it tells a lot about the person…
My chinks are buckskin yellow with black trim and blingy conchos given to me by a friend.
Told ya I am a fashion maven!!
I’m interested in boots and breast collars too… but I must reiterate… my big interest is in chinks. That’s quite easy to understand, isn’t it girls??
I can’t help myself… whenever it is branding time, I have to switch my camera over to sepia mode.
J. and J. share a story as Victoria swings a loop.
I could do it as an effect on my Iphoto program… but for me, I like the real thing.
I enjoy opening these up and seeing the result… and knowing that this is it… there’s no reverting to a color original. Daniel and Big Red Rooster are forever captured in this moment in a shade of brown/red hue.
I know that if you squint and avoid looking at some modern touches, this photo could have been taken long ago.
Victoria drags a calf on Little Rooster. (yes, we have two horses named Rooster -hey! they came that way! We just added adjectives!) The wrestling team of M. and S. are on the job ready to bust it. You can’t squint enough to think this is an old historical photo… but my kids have never done the “cowboy” dress code.
My kids’ t-shirts and ball caps ruin my attempt at portraying history. Pearl snaps are as close as they get. They get it from their parents… but at least I OWN two cowboy hats! I have to give Toria points for wearing chinks too!
Johnny counting out the calves might pass… but nevertheless… I’ll continue snapping moments in sepia.
Finally, it is here and gone again.
Friends have arrived to help and enjoy the “fun” of branding day.
Old cedar fenceposts reappear sawed to length and split for the fires. Boy, if you could only smell it… go stick your head in your grandmother’s keepsake trunk, and that’s the smell of these cedar sticks as well! Yum!
Fires are built in the old barrels and the irons are laid in… absorbing heat and history.
Vaccine is administered.
Hot iron is applied.
Daughter Victoria tells her sad story of missed calves and errant loops.
Son Daniel’s big Red Rooster horse works up a sweat. Ain’t he a purty horse??
All for this. A nice calf… branded, vaccinated, ready for a summer at his momma’s side in the wild western wind blown land of Wyoming.