Flashback Friday: Red Gate Rodeo
My love of photography started with street photography. Or call it photojournalism. Whatever you want. It is just me immersing myself into a setting, with my camera in hand.
July 2015. I saw the signs along the roads, telling me that there is a rodeo in Maynardville. So I went.
Will something like this survive the times? I hope so. It is a slice of America that some people call deplorable now, or others say exploit animals, or still others just find offensive. But for these people, it's a hot Saturday night and rather than sit at home and watch the boob tube, they go to the rodeo.
"Make me a poster . . . of an old rodeo."
Maybe what I like about these faces is that they are unapologetic.
Every once in a while, I have to break away from "paid work" and just go and shoot for myself. And the best place I know to do this is on the street. I haven't done enough lately. I need to correct that.