I admit it. I’m a Texas summer wimp. I’m not alone, but I like to tell my husband that I’m a delicate flower. And then of course he rolls his eyes at me. At the end of July we escaped the boiler room that is Houston for a few days and went to Wyoming where my father-in-law and his wife summer about an hour outside Cody. They are the smart ones. Winter in Houston. Summer in Wyoming. I need to take some lessons there.
Driving in from Billings, Montana. Long story, but after a cancelled flight and getting seats on another airlines, we managed to touch down within driving distance. Though to quote Steven Wright, “Anywhere is walking distance if you have the time.” This view makes it all worth it.
We had a relaxing and fun time and, of course, there is always something interesting to photograph.
Scott, the gentleman who works at the ranch, collects shed antlers and when the truck is full, he hauls them into Cody and sells them. Many become dog treats, but some become chandeliers. The shedding of antlers is a natural process, so these really are just found. Scott even has one of his dogs trained to sniff these out.
I was fortunate to be up there when Tamara Gooch and Jess Lee were holding a Wyoming photography workshop nearby. Sarah, who is Scott’s wife, hooked me up for part of one evening when they were shooting models on horses and it was a blast! Alas, we didn’t get to shoot very long as we had some rain roll in, but I think I need to go back for one of their other workshops and do the whole multi-day event. You can see more of Tamara’s and Jess’s stunning work here.
My favorite from the evening workshop shoot. She wasn’t actually “modeling” by this time, but was kind enough to wait for me to pop a few shots before bringing in her horse.
We did get into Yellowstone one day just for some drive time and small bit of hiking.
Lower Falls, Yellowstone National Park
My husband and his dad did a lot of fishing. My husband had a black bear jump into the river and swim across about 50 yards from where he was wading. In choosing between snapping a photo and backing the hell up, he did what I probably would not have done and so there are no bear shots. But I did get to bring my husband home in one piece and that’s always a good day. Who knew fishing could be so drama filled?! The rest of the trip was muuuuch more restful. Thank goodness!
Life is good when you’re a Wyoming Dogg.
Keep on going around the circle for more good stories and photos! Next in the circle is the beautiful work of Sandra Grimm.