archives... May 2008
at the rodeo
i don’t consider myself a ‘rodeo’ kind of girl. at all. but i found myself at the cow palace in april with my sister pouring wine for a cowboy hat and belt buckle-clad crowd. the old, rickety rafters of the cow palace are a unique setting for anyone armed with a zoom lens, but add the festivities in the ring, one first-time viewer, the “i’ll-never-be-here-again” attitude (reserved for obscure European towns)–and the shooting didn’t stop.
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