The Journey Home
Thanks for trailing along.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. ~ Izaak Walton
Conjecture on my part that the swagger is a forgery. Executed to imitate his idea of a cowboy-cum-truck driver? A walk that does not resonate as something he learned from a previous lifestyle. Black garb, accentuated by a plain blue shirt, topped off with a well worn, black cowboy hat. Pant legs, half tucked into his cowboy boots. Perhaps trying too hard to recreate an idle from a different era. A second or third day’s growth surrounds an established goatee. It screams he wants to be different. Making the statement that he is striving for a new look. Possibly an attempt to transition away from his old life? Is the underlying, stereotypical sight I think I am seeing, all wrong? There is the innate possibility that he is just a regular guy. One who parked his rig outside the restaurant so he could have a meal. Perhaps it’s on purpose that he portrays himself in a different light? A ruse so he can eat in peace? The ultimate goal to go about his business, incognito and uninterrupted, is once again fulfilled. Is it all a facade? Maybe… Ann Edall-Robson ~ Author, Photographer, Lover of Life "Capturing moments others may never get to experience." #westernheritage #westerntradition #westernlifestyle #TheJourneyHome #HorsesWestBlog #Cowboys #BroncRider #TruckDriver #HaulingCattle #PeopleWatching #CowboyPoetry
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2/17/2020 01:42:34 pm
From "driving" the cattle to "hauling" the cattle. I imagine the truck is more comfortable, but the longing to be outside is definitely diminished. I like the man's incognito look.
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2/17/2020 01:53:37 pm
The old way of 'driving' the cattle is still seen in some areas. Moving them from one rannge to another as depicted in our website header. 'Hauling' has its place too. Modern technology makes us long for the yesteryears.
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2/17/2020 09:43:33 pm
I think I saw that guy at the Elmira Cafe in Idaho. Used to watch those Canadian cattle trucks pass my house. Lifetimes have come and go. We don't' always know when we've become a facade, something we used to be before we've shifted to what we are becoming. Those of us from the west are caught in cracks of change.
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