It seemed only fitting to follow up a West TX oil photo with an image of cowboy hats.
I imagined a conversation with the clerk “Do you have a selection of different colors ?” The western dressed teenager answering “Yes sir we do, what shade of white are you looking for?”
Don’t believe the myth that good guys always wear white hats, especially before Easter! en theos ††† jim
As long as we are on a cowboy theme:
“Don’t believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.”
“Cowboys don’t sleep, they just wait.”
“Just like dogs, let em lie.”
Pezful EZ Feelin’ @U ††† en theos ††† jlawrence (aka the cozmic cowboy)
My tribute to James Dean, what can I say about such an American icon. I’ll just go with a brief portion from Wikipedia.
James Byron Dean (February 8, 1931 – September 30, 1955) was an American actor.He is a cultural icon of teenage disillusionment, as expressed in the title of his most celebrated film, Rebel Without a Cause (1955), in which he starred as troubled Los Angeles teenager Jim Stark. The other two roles that defined his stardom were as loner Cal Trask in East of Eden (1955), and as the surly ranch hand, Jett Rink, in Giant (1956). Dean’s enduring fame and popularity rests on his performances in only these three films, all leading roles. His premature death in a car crash cemented his legendary status.
Dean was the first actor to receive a posthumous Academy Award nomination for Best Actor and remains the only actor to have had two posthumous acting nominations. In 1999, the American Film Institute ranked Dean the 18th best male movie star on their AFI’s 100 Years…100 Stars list.
and then there was his signature as cool as the dude.
Pezful EZ Feelin’ @U ††† en theos ††† jlawrence
So sorry for the lack of posts the last week & a half. After fighting off a nasty case of the stomach flu, we headed to City Of Rocks State Park in New Mexico to meet up with our son, Joshua for a week.
Beautiful park with the freedom to climb, crawl and probe in and around several acres of huge boulders in the middle of nowhere. If you go there, be advised, there is neither Wi Fi nor a dump station around for 30 miles.
New Mexico and West Texas have a common friend this time of year, the wind. We spent a bit of time chasing hats and hoping our trailer would not blow over. The night skies were well worth the price of admission.
Pezful EZ fellin’ @U ††† en theos ††† jlawrence
While on my walk with Grace & Clovis, this young cowboy came strolling by. He was very at ease and comfortable in the leather. Serendipitously, a half hour later I saw him working with his horse in a field caddy-corner from my house. The two of them moved so fluid, loose reined, in slow controlled circles, backwards and side to side. All done without a spoken word between them. It was a glorious moment and filled me with envy for things I have missed in my life.
I have been reading “Where Rivers Change Direction” by Mark Spragg, a wondrous collection of essays of his younger life in the West. This quote from him in ” In Praise of Horses” came to me last night.
“I was a boy, and I believed deeply in the sightedness of horses. I believed that there was nothing that they did not witness. I believed that to have a horse between my legs, to extend my pulse and blood and energy too theirs, enhanced my vision. Made me a seer. I believed them to be the dappled, sorrel, roan, bay, and black pupils in the eyes of God.”
Enjoy the ride†††nada te turbe†††jim
I know, it’s just a child’s old lead toy, but to me it shows that no matter how bow-legged or tough a cowboy you might be, someday, someone might knock off your hat and if you ain’t careful, your head will go with it. Plus, they might even take your horse……enjoy…nade te turbe…..jim