One of my fondest memories is of paying a dime to take the street car down to the Kansas City stock yards, where I loved to watch the cowboys work. I’ve been fascinated by the west ever since. As an adult my family and I spent every moment we could in the Rockies. Since the mid-nineties I’ve spent much of the year in Crested Butte, Colorado, rarely without a camera in hand. This time with boots on the ground and camera in hand has allowed me to blunder into a few good pictures. I hope you enjoy them.
