Crossing land

Across snow. Across lodge pole pine. Across sagebrush. Great returns and 40 mile detours. In homes, in bars, in trailers, and backyards. With people I will get to always call friends. Still under the gorgeous architecture of the sky...upon hoof and in saddle.

crossing lands....



punching cows, as it is called...


The Winds


Ana, Marvin and Doc



rue!


Drifts


Brad and Dakota


Leaving Woods Landing
(the first time)


Dinner with Jo and Rick


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