One Last Rodeo Photo (for my photo people)

I had to take a photo of this kid you can't see it now but whenever a rider came out she was crouched down in the dirt taking photos between the bars. A little Photojournalist in the making, always looking for the right angle. It made me smile. It also made me want to run up to her and tell here she would have a better chance at being Hannah Montana than a Photojournalist with the way the newspaper industry is going.

Some Rodeo Photo-ing

I have been looking forward to going to a rodeo since my last rodeo outing. I love them, I don't know if it is the atmosphere, the animals, the beer, or the incredibly attractive cowboys. (Actually I lied I do know...it's the cowboys but the other stuff doesn't hurt) but something about it makes life perfect.

Meg and I saw a drunk old lady being helped up the stairs by a friend. It's good to know that taking care of drunken friends never goes out of fashion. Since we are getting up at 6 tomorrow and have a long Drive to New Mexico we stuck to one can of beer each.

Time for bed, I'm super stoked to visit my brother Tim in New Mexico tomorrow and Sunday I haven't seen him in 10 months.

Happy Trails,
Beck