I took Maguire to a roping today just to hang out and see stuff. There are always photo ops.This man had such a handsome mount that I had to get a picture. His wife braided the mane. I thought it was to be pretty, but no it is practical. It keeps the dally from getting caught in the mane. Still, I bet the wives enjoy making their husband's horses look pretty. 

This young cowgirl wasn't a roper but a barrel racer.  

This was her brother practicing his roping skills. 

Best seat in the house. 

Another little cowboy. 

These kids were so cute. When mama came to take them down, the little boy said, "Hossy? Whide hossy?" Little cowboys start out young. 

Talking to his daddy at the in gate. He was getting a $ for the concession stand. 

Max and I and Tinky and our new truck. 

Close up. 

Max and Jordon. 

Hanky and the birds feeding. 

From this picture, I learned I needed to lengthen my stirrups. 

My precious nephews, Travis and Blake. Blake has the Johnson climbing gene. 

Khanalee on a late winter evening. See our pink sky. 

Gyp watching. 

Maguire and me. 

Jordon and Max working on a fence. 

Jordon and Gyp. 

Walking stick on Maguire's neck as he eats. 

Moon rising on late winter night. 

Backside of storm. 

Jordon took this through his gun scope of an owl. NO, we do NOT shoot owls. "Old Brown turned up his eyes in disgust that someone would think such a thing." 

Close up. 

Back around Thanksgiving, we went on a hike at the James river crossing. Here is me. 

We came upon this culvert. Of course, Jordon had to go through it. I see a lot of me in my son.