As the sun rose over the cold desert, casting golden light across the valley, I captured this photo just after checking the cows and before loading the horses. Its simplicity draws you in—the dust-covered leggings, the sweat on the horse, its mane lifted by the breeze, and the lariat reset after a long morning's work. In winter, the landscape becomes a dry, dusty expanse, where solitude is broken only by the sounds of distant cows and spurs echoing with each step. This image is a tribute to those who endure and embrace this rugged way of life.
