Where I Come From

Maybe a little-known fact about me among those who didn’t know me during my growing up years is that livestock was a big part of my childhood. My dad was a part owner in the family cattle feeding business; my mom tended our flocks of sheep and chickens; and we owned several horses, a pair of sows, and even a milk cow.

I was exposed to just about every type of domesticated animal at one point or another during my childhood; and though farm animals are no longer a part of my life, I remember quite fondly the days when they were.

That's me in the blue coat!

That’s me in the blue coat!

(L to R) Kip and me at the 4-H Horse Show, Tamarisk and me at the Stockville Rodeo Queen Contest

(L to R) Kip and me at the 4-H Horse Show, Tamarisk and me at the Stockville Rodeo Queen Contest

My dad doesn’t feed cattle anymore, and the only farm animals my parents still own is chickens; but I manage to get a little taste of my livestock-rich past when I make my annual return home for the county’s fair and rodeo.

In the same spirit with which I meandered around my parents’ farm taking snapshots of home–aiming to simply enjoy and appreciate the unique beauty of my surroundings–I spent much of my time at this year’s hometown rodeo behind my camera.

Steer Wrestling

 

Saddle Bronc

 

Calf Roping

 

Barrel Racing

 

Pick-up Men

 

I’m not sure I can explain why, but these pictures that I’ve shared here and in my previous post make me feel good. They put a smile on my lips and a flutter in my heart. They remind me of where I came from, and they inspire me to slow down, exhale, and appreciate the simple beauty that surrounds me.

That’s a reminder that I think most of us could use once in a while.