Friday, June 21, 2024

Hot Sun in Santa Fe, Cold Rain in Taos - Update

Today we visited Santa Fe, NM, with Amparo's brother and sister-in-law. 
Parked as close as we could get to the Governor's Palace, where the local natives sell tribal-style jewelry and blankets, then we walked the final six blocks.

Adobe style construction is the norm in the older sections of Santa Fe. The thick stucco walls keep the interior of the homes cool in the summer and warm in the winter.

The oldest existing home in Santa Fe, though they claim it is the oldest in the USA.
Don't know...



A street musician trying to make a few dollars.



The native vendors lay out their goods in front of them hoping to catch the eye of people walking by.
Keeping with tradition, no tables are allowed.



By mid-afternoon, the heat and long hours take their toll.



Vendors are of all ages. Each has claimed a spot for their wares under the protective overhang of the Govenor's Palace.



A smart pedestrian dressed in white to ward off the blazing hot summer sun.


That wraps up the street photos captured in Santa Fe. Nothing was purchased but 
many interactions with the vendors occurred.

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The next day we took the ladies to Taos trying to find what they could not in Santa Fe.

While the ladies did their shopping, I relaxed in my favorite haunt, Op.Cit. Books. On the quiet second floor, one finds the photography and arts section. I was settled into a deep upholstered chair with two or three books when the first lightning bolt struck nearby. Then the rain came down, and down, and down.

In all my years of visiting Taos, have never experienced a summer rain storm that caused street flooding like this one. Several shopkeepers told me the same. They had never witnessed a storm quite like this..

Peeking out the upstairs window, I hoped the ladies found refuge inside a shop.


With the rain came hail stones...



Finally with a break in the rain,  I went looking for the ladies. Very few if anyone carries an umbrella here. Umbrellas in Taos are for protection from sunburn, not rain.


Located the ladies. None of us had umbrellas and it was still raining off and on. Was able to salvage a few large pieces of cardbord that we fashioned into head coverings so we could made a dash to the main plaza a few blocks away. 

There we took cover under the large community gazebo, sharing the dry spot with another couple, a homeless man,  his dog, and a local guitar player.

The guitar player was quite good, softly singing his tunes so not to bother the others. When I asked why his guitar case was not open so people could drop in a few dollars, He replied. "I'm just practicing here. I hope to be good enough someday to earn a few dollers from tourists."


"Son, you are good enough. Open your case."


Sadly, like most of us, we do not know our own worth until a stranger tells us. No matter how many times family and friends tell us that we are good at being creative, 
the word of a stranger will be taken to heart, carry more weight, and be remembered.

Why is that?

When you see or hear good talent, tell them so. The world will be a better place.

Ride safe and far

CCjon

Saturday, April 27, 2024

Full Moon over Taos

Am back in northern New Mexico for a week. Of course I had to make a trip into Rancho de Taos to photograph the St Francis de Asis Mission once again. 
This Mission is my favorite go-to place for Southwest photography.

 This time it was to capture images of the Passover Moon above the Mission. 
Here are a couple of the results of that trip.

Starting off with,
on the west side of the Plaza is the Plaza Cafe.
 It has been here serving New Mexican family recipes for many generations. 
It is a very popular local family-owned and operated restaurant.



The clouds were quickly moving across the sky...
Sometimes, almost totally blocking the moonlight and other times opening up for a bright moon.
Had to play with the light and camera settings to capture an acceptable image.




As the moon was slowly setting in the west,  
the sun had awakened the dark sky, burning off the clouds.

This photo is a homage to two of Ansel Adam's NM photos:
one, the St Francis Mission, and the other, his famous "Moon Over Hernandez, NM".

Maybe I should call this "Ansel's Moon".



After being here since 4:30 A.M., I was ready to find some coffee and a bite to eat. 
The Plaza Cafe would not open until 11 A.M., but it is only a short ten-minute drive to downtown Taos 
and its popular Michael's Bakery. Their fresh-ground coffee and cinnamon bread French Toast with strawberries and whipped cream was a delicious, tummy-warming treat.

Through an east-facing window, the bright Taos sun shown in,
illuminating the lady at the table next to me.

It immediately reminded me of that southwest style of painting that many Taos artists apply in their oils.
Artists have been coming to the Southwest and Taos in particular since 1920, 
in search of that special Taos light.

I was delighted to be able to capture this image without disturbing her thoughts.



In a few days, I will head back down to the Houston area. 

Ride safe my friends
CCjon

Sunday, April 21, 2024

First Responders Rodeo and Wild Game Cook-Off

The First Responders Association of Law Enforcement, Firemen, and EMS held its 15th annual fundraiser last weekend at the Waller County Fairgrounds near Hempstead, Texas.

Several members from our Northwest Houston Photography Club were asked to take photos of the events.

Following are my photos and impressions from the evening's activities.

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Rodeo etiquette, leave your work shoes at the front gate,
put on your cowboy boots.



and your Stetson.



You can't have a rodeo without horses, lots of horses.
That is one well-worn saddle for the lead pickup man.
 Note: pickup men have nothing to do with trucks or single bars.



...and that is one tall drink of water.

He is the lead pickup man.
More about them later.



Before the rodeo starts, there are many volunteers busily working
 behind the scenes, preparing for the cook-off.

These ladies are shucking shrimp for gumbo.



For the Ponderosa Firemen, he is busy slicing sausage links and onions.



The hands and knives are faster than the camera...



Small samplers of pork ribs were slow-smoked to perfection.



... the yellow mustard brightens up the hot links on flour tortillas.
That is some good eat'n right there.



Of course, the mounted Sheriff Deputies are here to maintain order.



And no rodeo can be complete without a clown or two...



Participants are starting to line up for the mutton-busting event.

MUTTON?  BUSTING? 

That event pertains to putting a 3 - 7 year-old child on top of a full-grown ewe, 
who doesn't like having anything on its back?

The sheep are led into a chute where the child is placed on its back and told to grip tight and hang on. When the gate opens, the sheep takes off running, trying to unseat whatever is on it. The youngster who hangs on with style, for six seconds or more is named Event Rodeo Champion, winning the traditional silver belt buckle in recognition.

Anxiously waiting for the event to start, are the toddlers and youngsters wanting to see 
if they have the right stuff to be a rodeo champion.

Interestingly, New Zealand has banned this event, 
not to protect the children but for concern that it stresses the sheep.

Here in Texas, there is no shortage of families registering their children to participate. 
They had to limit it to 40 mutton busters.



The youngest rider will be in for a surprise when he sees what he is going to ride. 
Sheep look small until you have to sit one and hang on for what will seem like a very long six seconds.
Riders cannot weight more than 50 lbs, 30-40 is more the norm.


Fitted with a helmet and a protective vest,  the first Bust'r is out of the chute.
Ride'em, cowboy!



Launch time, Pop told me to keep my head down and hang on tight.



Grip tighter son...



Well, this won't go far...



Hug it like it's your favorite teddy bear.
Loves her pink boots!



Mommy, why did you talk me into doing this...



Oh oh, this ewe is going sideways... fast.



I don't want to see where we're going.



Like a rocket sled on ice.. faster, faster, faster



Those that survived, (all forty did) line up to receive their trophy.



Some were ready to go again... but the sheep are now exhausted



And who will be the winner?  



... trophy time. Every rider gets a trophy... and a memory.



Save this sad little girl looking for her boots..


Oops, I was wrong. 

She was called up to receive the Rodeo Champion belt buckle 
for hanging on for the full six seconds and doing it with style.

She's a very happy Champion Mutton Bust'r.
(She did have her boots on when she rode).



Proud Mama shares her joy.


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Everyone is then asked to leave the arena as they prepare for the next event, 
Bronco Busting.

No mutton here; it's time for the big boys to show their rodeo skills.




And it's on, the first bronco exits the chute...


Seems simple, right?  Just hang on till the eight-second buzzer sounds. 

Well, there's a little bit more to it than that. The cowboy has to ride for the full eight seconds with one hand on the rein and not touch any part of the horse or themselves with their free hand. They must also keep both feet in the stirrups and have their spurs touching the point of the shoulder when the horse's feet touch the ground on the first jump.

Once the rider is either thrown or slides off the horse, the pickup riders spring into action. Broncos will continue racing wildly around the arena without a rider, until the cinch is loosened. 
The pickup rider's job is to keep the animal from hurting itself while reaching over and loosening the cinch. Then guiding it toward the exit gate without hurting himself or his mount.

Only a well-trained pickup horse will get near a wildly kicking, scared bronco.



Cowboy rides with focus and concentration...
first in color.



Then in Black & White..



The pickup cowboys have to work fast to contain and calm the now riderless bronco.
Broncos are untrained or partially trained horses. They are not accustomed to having riders on them.



Jumping out of the chute springs the next unhappy bronco.



After eight seconds, the rider is to dismount with the help of the pickup man. 
That's how they got their name, pickup men.

However, sometimes, the leather strap the rider uses to tightly tie their hand to the saddle does not loosen. Riders cannot dismount until it loosens. If they fell off, the horse would drag them wildly around the arena. The pickup cowboy's most dangerous job is to help the rider safely dismount by jerking him off of a racing bronco.

This pickup man and one scared rider raced around the arena several times before the strap was loosened enough so the rider could be safely pulled off. It was a tense and dangerous moment for the riders and the animals.

Pickup men are the most talented, experienced cowboys you will ever see in a rodeo. 
Like firemen, their job is to save lives.



With the cowboy out of danger,  it is now time to contain and calm the excited bronco.




After the Bronco Busting, the real cowboys take a break to rest,
 before the next event...


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Bull Riding...
If you thought Bronco Busting was wild, 
bulls are even wilder and harder to ride.

Horses tend to buck up and down while racing around the arena.
Not the bulls...



Bulls will wildly twist, spin, up, down, and around, 
often only a few yards out of the chute. They would think nothing of slamming a cowboy 
into the steel railing.



There are no pickup men for Bull Riding. 
Bulls can outweigh a horse and can quickly injure it
 even if the bull's horn tips are removed.

So they have rodeo clowns... 

The clowns help entertain the crowds during any lull in the action inside the arena.
More important is their role in distracting the bull once a rider is thrown.  
Bulls have been known to stomp on, even gore a cowboy when they are on the ground. 

The clowns might look like they are a bit overweight when in reality, 
they wear heavy padding under their costume to protect themselves from angry bulls.



More often than not, most bull riders do not stay on for the full eight seconds.
They fly off to a hard landing... eating dirt. 

Bull - 1, Cowboy - 0.



Touching the bull or themselves with their free hand or failing to reach the eight-second mark results in a zero score. American bullriding has been called the most dangerous eight seconds in sports. 


That was an exciting evening to be up close amongst all the action. 
Has been twenty years since I last photographed a rodeo. 

This was a fantastic adrenaline-packed evening in Hempstead, Texas 
with the cowboys, cowgirls, First Responders, and all the rodeo heroes.
Everyone here helped to raise funds to benefit those 
who put their lives on the line for us.

 Hope you enjoyed seeing a few of the images captured that night 
and reading the story behind the events.

Ride safe and far...

CCjon