I enjoyed
four days in a different culture last week and managed to do it without leaving
Arizona. Still it was indisputably
another world.
Vinson with Prince |
I started
getting the idea on the first night of the Arizona
Highways Photoscapes “Ranching Arizona” workshop with Scott Baxter. 12-year-old Vinson Picozzi, by way of saying
goodnight after dinner, tipped his hat to me and said, “Good night, Ma’am.” Vinson is a sixth-generation rancher and
cowboy in Apache County and has, as they say, been brought up right. He’s been a photographic model for Scott for
some time and is mature beyond his years while patiently posing as well.
A few weeks
ago I photographed “mutton busting” at the Maughan Ranch Calf Sale in Peeples
Valley AZ. It’s a sheep riding
competition for small kids. One of my high school friends commented on one of
those images on Facebook, “Ain’t that America; I wish more kids were raised
like this.”
There’s a particular
cowboy ethic and practicality, I think.
Everyone we worked with has a quiet competence and professional
demeanor. I didn’t detect a shred of
drama there. There were lots of
opportunities to lose patience with our endless requests and changes of
plan. Scott might ask mounted cowboys to
ride the same route five or six times to get just the right shot for us. This must have seemed a bit like the movie “Groundhog
Day” to them, but they never complained and managed to gently tease us a bit,
too.
I’m reminded
of Michael Martin Murphey’s song, Cowboy
Logic:
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a
dollar bill, spend it
Before if burns a hole down in them
jeans
It it's a load, truck it, if it's a punch, duck it
If she's a lady, treat her like a queen
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
He's got a simple solution to just about anything
The song is
a bit like cowboy poetry, inspiring and gently funny. When I posted the first images from this
outing on social media, My friend and cowboy poet Bill Vernieu offered Where the Ponies Come to Drink by Henry
Herbert Knibbs. Here’s a lovely excerpt
which reminds me of our time last week photographing a remuda of 32 horses at
day’s end:
Out
they fling across the mesa,
wind-blown manes and forelocks dancing,
Blacks and sorrels, bays and pintos,
wild as eagles, eyes agleam;
From their hoofs the silver flashes,
burning beads and arrows glancing
Through the bunch-grass and the gramma
as they cross the little stream.
An
aside: Here’s a video of Bill reading
another poem, The Bra by Bill Hirschi, which made me laugh club soda right out my nose.
Back on the
ranch, we were treated to a demonstration from farrier Jason Hobson. He made what is undoubtedly a difficult
process look easy. It turns out that shoeing a horse is quite photogenic as
well, with the red glow of the forge and the keratin (think fingernails) smoke
from the hooves during a hot set.
It turned
out that Jason, his 8-year-old son Jax, and Vinson Picozzi are all ropers. After the horse was shod, they treated us to
some impromptu roping demonstrations.
Again, years of hard work allowed them to make it look easy.
All this took place with the warm hospitality of X Diamond Ranch Running this, her ancestors' spread, is Wink
Crigler. She’s the real deal. In
addition to ranching she’s a historian, a collector of nickelodeons (among
other things), an educator, and offers guest cabins on the property. She’s the granddaughter of Molly Butler,
famous founder of the eponymous lodge
in nearby Greer. There’s something on
the menu there called a Wink Burger made with X Diamond beef. Yum.
Other photogenic cowboys
graciously posing and riding for us were J. Brad Miller & Ken Moore, As well
as Macky and Kim Trickey. Kim is an artist, and her work is worth
checking out.
More from
the X Diamond are in the Northern Arizona Gallery on the website.
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