Racetracks and Rodeo

The Rodeo

I found myself in Cheyenne, WY a week after The Grand Daddy of them All . I was in a western shop putting a pair of boots on layaway with $10.00. The boots were eventually paid off and sent to my apartment in Chicago and the next year I put them on and went back to Cheyenne and the rodeo, and so it began.

The Racetrack

I distinctly remember my neighbor going with his dad to the racetrack when we were about seven years old. I was jealous. I eventually found my way there myself. Working and photographing.

In both these projects I am drawn to the people and places behind the big show.