Friday, July 29, 2016

ReUsable Coloring Book #MommyHack

I thought I'd sit down real quick while supper cooks and share a #MommyHack with you.
To me its a #PennyPincher, maybe for you its more #EcoFriendly. Either way, here it is - a reusable coloring book!

I took several coloring books that we already had and tore them apart, putting each page into a sheet protector.

I put all the pages into a 3 ring binder we had on hand and presto! A coloring book!

We picked up some Crayola dry erase markers and I'm really impressed with them. They color nicely, are easy for little hands to manage and most importantly? They come off with soap and water when little ears don't hear the part about "only color the picture"
*EDIT Nov 12,2016 Crayola Dry Erase Crayons are even more impressive than the markers! Check them out!*

If the pages don't come clean with a dry rag, or with water, wet your rag with rubbing alcohol, the color will come right off!

Have fun!

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Teresa Burleson, Cowgirl Poet #WAW

Teresa Burleson - Bio

Teresa Burleson is an award winning poet whose poems are inspired by her personal experiences and the Western way of life. She has an appreciation for the agricultural industries and the people who make their lives in it. Teresa's zest for life is evident in her poetry as well as her ability to make people laugh and touch their lives.

With a clear, soft Texas drawl and a voice that Waddie Mitchell

Teresa Burle - Bioonce declared was "like silk”, her poetry is beautiful, soulful and aimed straight for the western heart or the funny bone.

Her passion for Western Heritage is also how she makes her living. Her position as Director of the Stockyards Museum, in the historic Fort Worth Stockyards, allows her opportunity to promote and perpetuate the local history and of the cattle drives that passed through Fort Worth.

She was honored to be in the 2014 and 2013, Top 5 Nominees for Female Poet of the Year with the Western Music Association.

In 2010 she was awarded the Cowgirl Poet of the Year by the Academy of Western Artists.

Udder Wimmen. It is based on a true story. Although I wrote it in first person, it was inspired by some friends of ours.

Day Job (if other than art), Western or mainstream? I am the Director of the Stock yards Museum in  Fort Worth, TX.

How did you get introduced to your art? As a young child I discovered rhyming words in school. It became a game to me to find words that rhyme.

What got you started as an artist? The first time I ever heard cowboy poetry was at the first Red Steagall Cowboy Gathering in 1991. It was like a religious experience for me.

The Investment. It was inspired by a ranch family I saw while I was performing at the Working Ranch Cowboy Associations, Ranch Rodeo Finals in Amarillo. They had a young son. The little boy was so respectful to his parents and you could tell he wanted to be just like his daddy.

Tell me about your subject matter. I write about all things western and everyday life.

What advice would you give to someone just getting started as an artist? Keep writing. Listen to, or read other artists poetry.

Where can people find you online?

Grandma's Legacy. I have to give God the credit for this poem. All I did was hold the pen.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

#WesternArtWednesday - Bobby Burleson, Silverworker

Good Morning! I have a request to make before we get into today's post.
In the last few weeks I've had trouble with Facebook and in the process I lost access to the original Cowgirl Mama Facebook page,  which meant that in order to share on Facebook I had to make a new page! Would you be kind enough to go HERE and like the new page and then invite your friends to do the same? Thank you!

Now! Without any more blather from me, may I introduce Silverworker Bobby Burleson!

-Life Story: Bobby was raised in Muday, TX and River Oaks, TX and has lived outside of Weatherford, TX for 20 years. He has owned and trained horses most of his adult life. He worked as a welder, fabricator and designer and builder of equipment.

- Day Job (if other than art), Western or mainstream? His full time job is Burleson Spurs, Bits & Buckles.

- How did you get introduced to your art? Being involved with horses included the use of all the tack and equipment needed for the use and care of them. He became interested in spurs and their makers.  He was particularly impressed with the work of Adolph Bayers.

- What got you started as an artist?
Bobby started making spurs for himself and then for friends and family. It just evolved over the years and became a passion.
After 25 plus years at the same job, Bobby felt as if it was time to do something else.  He had felt led to go into business for himself building spurs and bits, but was hesitant to give up a steady income.  Then one day in May of 2014, he heard from God and knew it was time to follow his dream. The moment he made that decision, 20 minutes later the phone rang and a friend asked him if he could make her a pair of spurs.  He knew that was confirmation.  Work has been steady since then.

- tell me about your subject matter, (ie just horses, just buckaroo style, rodeo etc. )
Bobby strives to make a product that is functional,  attractive and affordable for the average working cowboy.

- What advice would you give to someone just getting started as an artist?
Surround yourself with successful people.  Seek out a mentor that is successful in the same art as you. Trust God and trust yourself. Never stop learning.

- with each poem or piece you've included a photo of, what's the story behind it?
Each bit, pair of spurs, buckle,  etc, is custom made to the customers specifications.

- where can people find you online?
and on Facebook at Burleson Spurs, Bits & Buckles.

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Wednesday, January 13, 2016

#WesternArtWednesday Smokey Culver, Poet

As you may have noticed, the schedule has changed a bit for the blog. 
For the next while we will be featuring one artist a month, on the second Wednesday of each month. 

We are expecting a new little ranchhand this spring and between housechores, ranchchores and toddler wrangling, there's not much time left for looking up artists to interview! 
So for now that's the new schedule. 

NOW! Enough blather from me, go see what Smokey Culver has to say!

This photo was part of a magazine article I was featured in recently.

Life story: I was born and raised in Southeast Texas on the Gulf Coast. I grew up during a time when my little community of Pasadena was still somewhat rural, and got my first horse at age 11. That was about the time I started tossing a lariat and signing up for the steer riding event at a the Deer Park Rodeo. I will enclose a poem dedicated to that rodeo. As I got older I continued my connection with horses, and started calf roping and steer roping in my early 20s.

Day job: I started my railroad career at age 20 just out of the Navy, and ran freight trains all over Texas until I left that job in 1995 to become a railroad safety consultant. I currently work as a consultant/expert witness in railroad accident litigation, which allows me to set my own schedule, making rodeos and poetry gatherings often. I was not raised on a ranch like a lot of cowboy poets, but my grandfather, who named me Smokey, owned a big spread that was to have been passed down to me. Sadly this did not happen, but my lifelong dream to own my own place will come to pass someday. I have included a poem about my grandfather, whom I called Jay.

I am involved with a horse rescue ranch in South Texas called Habitat for Horses. The property where I volunteer my time has about 100 horses at any given time. We get the abused and undernourished ones, nurse them back to health and put them up for adoption. This allows me to handle a lot of horses and not have to pay feed bills, vet bills etc. I am HfH's coordinator of volunteers, and am on the investigation team. A labor of love.

How introduced: I was never really interested in poetry until I realized that I had a natural ability as a poet and song writer. I was in my late teens when I began writing songs and poetry. Had a record published in about 1975, but it never took off. I still write a song from time to time, but in the past few years have focused mainly on poetry.

Subject matter: I call myself a cowboy poet, but the truth is I write about a lot of things besides cowboys, but most is about down home folks, small towns and country life and things like that. I have written many tributes to deceased friends, family members and pets, and am often called upon to write something for a memorial service for folks that I have not met. I feel truly honored when I receive these requests. When I sit down to write a poem, I pray for the words and they come. I give that credit where it is due. I am just blessed to be the one writing it down.

Advice for new artists: Keep a notepad or iPhone handy. You never know when an idea will come along, or a subject that you want to write about. I often wake up in the middle of the night and record an idea or a line or two that I would never remember if I didn't record it right then. Don't get frustrated if you get stuck in the middle of a poem. Walk away for awhile and come back later. It will all come together. Focus on rhyme and meter if you write that style. Keep your rhyming words as perfect as you can.

I am on Facebook as Smokey Culver:

I have a cowboy poetry page on Facebook also: Smokey Culver Cowboy Poet

I have a book available on Amazon, A Wrap and a Hooey.
My second book, Ridin' Shotgun is due to come out any day, and will also be available on Amazon.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Beverly Caputo, Painter, #WesternArtWednesday

Today I get to introduce a talented painter, Beverly Caputo!

Me And My Quarter Horse   
Life story:
I have been working as a professional artist for over twenty five years. I feel very blessed to have been able to make a career with my art. This artistic journey is truly an evolving process I have found. I am self taught. Born with the artistic talent and just always knew I would spend my life being an artist. The first half of my artistic career was spent working with commercial clients and a move in 2002 brought a shift to working more in a fine art capacity with my business. What I found after over twenty years of working in the commercial field of art was that I really wasn't enjoying the work. So, I did a bold thing. I packed up my horse and belongings and moved to Nevada where I currently reside.

Pacific Coast  Cutting Horse Association Commission

Day job:
I continue to work full time as an artist specializing in murals, commissioned portraits and paintings, as well as creating works that I sell as original paintings and prints.

Jobe's Peak Mountain, Canvas Painting, Private Commission

How I was introduced to art:
I was born with the artistic talent and was drawing and painting at an early age. My subject matter of choice at that time in particular was of course horses.

Private Portrait commission

What got me started as an artist:
I always knew I would pursue a career in art and did so by the age of eighteen when I was hired as a production artist with an advertising agency in Florida. I worked in that industry for ten years before moving to Los Angeles where I worked in the entertainment industry as an illustrator creating conceptual and storyboard art. A move to Nevada in 2002 brought a transition from commercial work to more fine art by specializing in murals, portraits, and canvas commissions for businesses and private clients.

 Minden Creamery, NV, Circa 1800s, Canvas Painting

Gardnerville Hotel, NV, Circa 1800s, Canvas Painting

What type of subject matter:
When doing private commissions it is always the client's choice of subject matter, but, my favorite general subject matter is western themed animals and landscapes.  In fall of 2014 I started the "Cowgirls & Cows Collection". I have always been a horse owner and animal lover and started doing these fun colorful western themed paintings featuring cowgirls and their trusted equines as well as other farm/ranch themed paintings. These paintings are somewhat of a style departure from my realistic portrait commissions and mural work. These are a combination of western meets fantasy and have a lot bold color and fun themes. The paintings have been popular and I am now offering the images as prints and on merchandise as well. After working as a commission artist all my life this series of paintings have been fun because I get to paint what ever my heart desires...every artist dream! Each painting has its own unique inspiration and that makes it fun as an artist.

Private Commissions Portrait

Advice to an artist who is starting out:
This would be my advice for any artist wanting to do this full time professionally. Make a business plan. Set a trajectory for where you want to see yourself as an artist in the next ten years or so. If you want to do this full time and make a living you must think of what you are doing as a business and make plans and set goals to keep you moving forward. This is something I had to learn as I jumped directly from high school in to becoming a working artist and with economic fluctuations and technological advances my approach to earning a living as an artist has had to change over the years. For a working artist like myself you have to be able to split your time between creating art and doing all of the marketing. The marketing that it takes to land commissions and sales, and that means traditional marketing, as well taking advantage of social media to spread your brand and of course drive traffic to your website and merchandising sites.

Grand Tetons, Canvas Painting

She Ropes Cattle, From The Cowgirls & Cows Collection

She's Over The Moon, From The Cowgirls & Cows

Contact Info:
Beverly A. Caputo

Herefords, Canvas Painting

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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

CowboyAmerica, Poetry and Photography, #WesternArtWednesday

Today I get to feature my favorite Cowboy Poet and Photographer, CowboyAmerica!
(No one's allowed to get jealous that I say that cuz I'm married to the man!)

Without further blather from me, CowboyAmerica!

Connect with Cowboy on Twitter
Check out the photos on his Instagram Account . 
He no longer checks Iinstagram but there's some cool photos there. 
Life Story
Ranch Raised by a family of Texas Cowboys, we raised mostly what were known as “whiteface” or HORNED Hereford cattle, back when the Hereford was king. I grew up raising and training American Quarter Horses. I became a horse trainer for the public at 8 years old. I went on to work for a TQHA trainer of the year; we won 3 divisions of the All American Quarter Horse Congress in one year. Later I went on to work exclusively on a private ranch, training cutting horses and at one point I had 10 head of horses in the top 10 standings of the NCHA Area 24.
Along the way I did things such as gaming, rodeo, roping, and team penning. I guess you could say my life story has been about doing things on horseback. I’m actually more comfortable sitting on horseback than walking on my own two feet.

I’ve done many things as most modern cowboys have, everything from construction to welding, to briefly working for a Fortune 500 Company, finally with a few years in The Mission Field.

How did you get introduced to your art.
When I was a kid my dad had a subscription to Western Horseman magazine, so much like my collection of World Book Encyclopaedias I consumed every word and photo. The cartoons and poetry were some of my favorites and that’s what inspired me. I penned my first poem in the late 60s.

Subject Matter
My subject matter up until just a few years ago had been only true things, things that I’ve lived. As a kid I was inspired by people like Ben K. Green and John Ford, so my poems had always been about things I had done, like my poem "Twine Tosser". In 2009, after my poem "The Palomino Border Collie" was published, I decided to try my hand at fiction. That’s when "The Christmas Cowboy" came along and a few others.

Palomino Border Collie
There he was, as I pulled into the drive,
Standin there all shaggy lookin barely alive.
I stepped out of the pickup truck and mosied over his way,
Whataya say lil’feller, have you lost your way?”
As I dropped down on my knee and stretched out my arm, 
 I began talking softly, “It’s ok buddy, I don’t mean you no harm”
Slowly I reached to give a pat and reassuring hand,
But I could tell by the way he flinched it’uz something he didn’t understand.
Just at my fingertips, I could barely scratch his brow,
let me slip this leash on you and we’ll get you some chow.”
I’ve bought horses with cockle burrs and cows with mud on their back,
But the shape this dog was in nearly gave me a heart attack.
I got out the clippers and really went to work,
I’m a Christian Gentleman so I won’t repeat what I said about some jerk.
A couple hours later he was finally ready for the tub,
The way this pup was stinkin he really needed a scrub.
40 minutes later wrapped in a towel in the living room floor,
I saw a gleam in his eye that all owners adore.
He’d just been mistreated, maybe misunderstood,
But in the next few months he learned what it was like to be treated good.
He learned to fetch a ball and come and sit when he was told,
He even gained some confidence and learned to be bold.
He became my buddy and followed my every step,
Every time I went to the barn he was there to help.
Sleepin right beside me, following me around every day,
He became a ranch dog that’s all I got to say.
We went to the feed store, the ladies oo’d and aah’d,
Pardon me” a lady said, “for a ranch dog, his breed seems kinda odd.”
Ol’Ted was my buddy; I couldn’t shame him in front of this clod,
I said, “but he’s a special breed, sacred in his land,
Known for bein special; why he’s a heck of a hand.”
Lookin at his features, she wanted to know the name of this special breed,
Aw Ma’am” I said, “It’s not that special” It’uz like most I know’d she’d see’d,
He’s a palameaner border collie, you can tell it from the golden coat”
Rollin her eyes above her specks, she looked at me like I’uz an ol’ goat.
Studying him again she said, “OH I never knew,
But looks like this one’s makin a hand for a cowboy like you.”
Then she knew I was funnin, cause the ladies at the counter laughed,
At the breed I chose, to protect my other half.
So now you know Ted’s story, just an old mistreated mutt,
But that don’t change the fact of things, I’d still like to kick that ol’boys butt!!!

This Poem can be found in the book “A Bone On My Pillow” ISBN # 978-0-615-32797-6 on pages 28&29 and Ted is on page 30.
This Poem was written in the summer of 2004 after rescuing a part Field Spaniel and Cocker Spaniel that was soon named Ted (AKA Teddy Ruxpin). This dog was severely abused and was in horrible condition. Ted was one of those miracle dogs who made a complete turnaround after 3 long years of intense therapy. Ted is now happy to meet almost anyone and will often offer a handshake or a favorite toy as his greeting to a new acquaintance. Ted’s personality is now very close to that of the Championship Border Collies that I’ve been privileged to own. I still get to see Ted though he now lives with his new owner, a Portland Oregon celebrity make-up artist. I have rehabbed many dogs over the last 30+ years and believe that all any dog needs is a chance to prove his GOD given talents!!!

Christmas Cowboy
Years ago on the Flyin S when I was but a young man,
I had the privilege to work with Nick, he was the top hand,

He rode a spotted horse that never stopped to open a gate,
You’d see’m flyin over 8 foot cattle guards, A fact I can honestly state.

There weren’t none others I knew, that’uz quite like Nick,
He’uz always whittling, or makin something, even out'of'a stick.

Well it’uz in December and dern it sure was cold,
Heifers was out of the top section” is what we’uz told.

We saddled up our ponies, him on Spot and me on Ol’Cap,
And Nick he’d ride ahead and open every gap.

Ain’t no way I was about to jump that sorrel over a cattle guard when I could just as easily open that gate,
But dern if Spot wasn’t walking at a good West Texas rate.

Well we made it to the supply station and bedded down for the night,
After some of my good beans and coffee, Nick said we’d leave at first light!

Just before I doused the lantern, a feed store calendar is what I could see,
Friday the 23rd was the date of this piece of HIStory.

Nick fell asleep cutting on one of his sticks,
If’n it’d been me fallin asleep with my knife out I’d woke with more than a splinter prick!

Hard tack biscuits and dried apricots with our coffee and we saddled in the dark,
It’uz gittin light and Spot knew the trail, “We better git” is what Ol’Nick barked.

Well we found’m in the neighbor’s meadow, 144 head in all,
Nick rode to where the fence was down and he just gave’m his call.

I’ve seldom seen anything like it, heifers on the backside of 40 sections just comin at the sound of a Cowboy’s drawl,
It’uz down right powerful, akin to the Lord callin the Apostle Paul !!!

Well we spliced 4 wires and restretched the 7 all the way to the rock stack,
By the time Nick was through you could play a tune when he slipped off the fencing jack.

He seemed to be in a hurry, workin awful fast,
By the time it was all tied off we were feelin a Northern blast.

We headed back to the station to leave those fencing tools and I thought I’d fix some lunch,
But Nick was now cold to the bone and set in the saddle with more than his usual hunch.

We rode hard all afternoon, hopin to get back just after dark,
But on this 24th of December, Ol’Nick was shiverin in the cold and seemed to lose his spark.

We had made it more than three quarters the way back to the barn,
When I heard Ol’Nick say “well darn.”

What’sa matter Nick, have ya got some place to be?”
He said he had to get to town, there was someone he needed to see !!!

Well, knowin Nick a quiet man, that was something unusual to see,
I never known him to leave the ranch in all our HIStory.

Then he said, “me and Spot are gonna ride on ahead, you don’t have to keep up with us”
The last of them I saw was the big spot on that red nosed App slowly fadin away in the dusk!

He’d always worn a red wool coat handmade by a tribal mother,
Lined with white sheep skin like no other!

Well I awoke just before dawn and something wasn’t right,
I didn’t smell Nick’s coffee, he musta not got back last night.

I jumped in my boots and went out to the barn, there was Spot, still saddled and nearly froze,
Wy, I wouldn’t’uv even recognized him if it weren’t for that red nose.

I led him in his stall and got that icy saddle off his back,
And a few gift wrapped presents in an ol’gunny sack.

Was that what Nick had to do that rushed him off into the night,
He and old Spot and those cattle guards that were met with bounding flight.

Well, I blanketed ol’Spot and rushed to saddle Cap,
By now I was fearin Nick was a victim of mishap.

Well about the time I headed out the barn, Spot was bout to paw down the stall door,
So I slipped on a long lead, as his hooves were sparkin up the floor.

He was rarin’ to go, and I was sure he’d know the way,
So it was him that led me to Nick on that Christmas day.

That red wool coat, glistening in the snow,
But huddled up inside, Nick still had his glow.Well Doc got him all fixed up, made a splint for his broken leg,
But before Doc could finish, Nick had already begun to beg.

Take my ol’red wool coat, I’ve an errand for you son,
cause without the presents in that sack the ranch kids won’t have their Christmas fun!”

Nick is long gone now, and I whittle every chance I get,
Cause me and that red nose App on Christmas Eve are jumpin Cattle guards yet!

I still wear Nick’s ol’red coat, in memory of what he done,
Sharin the Love of Jesus, deliverin’ toys to little kids so they can have some fun!!!

Copyright 2009 © Flyin W Productions All Rights Reserved

Twine Tosser
Well it all started when I’uz 4 years old,
A 20 footer coiled in hand, learnin ta be bold.
It twern’t a store bought rope, justa length cut from the spool,
A home tied Honda an’a burner, I though it’uz just’ez cool.
I learnt ta shake me out’a loop n'whirl it about my hat,
And if yens heard Daddy’s stories, I even learnt ta rope the cat.
Twern’t real Cowboy gear, but it did the job the same,
Soon me and that nylon had us some fame.
Nothing moved across our yard that wasn’t subject to my aim,
Many a trip and jagged step, was added ta my blame.
Soon the dogs would run and hide, and little brothers too,
Daddy even warned, boy I’ll wear that thang out on you!
Confined to the barn, a bucket’uz what I roped,
Ta be World Champ like Phil Lyne, it’uz what I hoped.
I got ta go see my Peepaw and he drug out his Cowboy gear,
From behind the seat’a his Chevy ’62 he turned and said, hyere!
It’uz a real Manila, 40 foot in length,
And cuz I had been practicin, now I had tha strength.
He drove an ol’wood handle in the ground out in the yard,
And said, now boy take it easy, ya don’t haf’ta rope sa hard!
I thow’d a hunerd loops that day, and gave it all my best,
Peepaw said, son that’ll do, now come and have a rest.
This is where I learnt something, that stuck with me all my days,
Cauz as I grew I learnt to listen ta what ever’n Ol’Cowboy has ta say.
If you’re gonna be a roper son, ya gotta learn ta do it right,
Ya don’t have'ta thow sa'hard or even grip it tight.
It’s about the anglish, the smoothniss and tha grace,
That gets yer old lasso around that doggy’s face,
See son, practice don’t make perfect, but Perfect Practice is what ya need!
So after that I tossed that loop till my fangers wud bleed.
Many a day locked in tha barn, a million loops it seems I thow’d,
And as the years and skills increased, that 20 footer I out growed.
Daddy took me ta town fer my 11th birthday and bought me a fancy new rope.
But when I got to lookin at it, I wondered if somebody hadn’t been smoking dope.
It’uz made’a Purple Poly, with 3 weights at it’s core,
And of course ta the barn I went, till my arm was sore.
Man that rope was really fast, and building a loop’uz a blast,
And soon all 40 foot, this Lil’Cowboy could cast.
Settin on the saddle rack, a 35 gallon grease drum a’course,
But it didn’t matter ta me none cuz it stood the same as’a horse.
Me’n that Purple Poly could catch any thang that moved,
So Daddy decided it’uz time fer me ta catch something hooved.
I got to go help tag calves and even tattoo their ear,
But one thang seemed to stick out, this Lil’Cowboy knew how ta use his gear.
40 head that day before lunch, I didn’t miss a one,
Little did I know, this Lil’Wrangler had taken away all’a Daddy’s fun.
So he challenged me to a ropin, a dollar for ever one I could get,
After 15 head straight, he wutn’t sa sure about his bet.
I dobbed it on’m ever one and never missed a lick.
I could tell by the look on hiz face, my Daddy’uz just gittin sick.
See he’uz a top hand in his day, roped wild goats just fer fun,
But that ‘uz long a’fore the LORD give’m a son.
Well it wutn’t long til I’uz winnin, n’tie’n down I’uz real fast,
But sumthin else’d cum’along that ta'me seemed more of a blast.
I had gotten good at ridin bulls, and’uz winnin money left and right,
And haulin all them expensive horses was keepin me out all night.
I roped with Tommy Walker, Sonny Victor too,
And another feller named Roy Super Looper from just across tha blue.
But the full growed Bovines were more fun, they’er what sent tha money home,
So whithout my hoss and rope, I began ta roam.
Well ya caint ride bulls forever, they wear you out real soon,
So I retired, so nobody would have ta feed me with a spoon.
I went off ta Hollywood, and the director ask me if I could lassoo,
yes I been known ta rope a bit, and do a trick or two!”
Next thang ya know, there’uz seven cameras, pointed in every angle,
But it’uz girls in bikinis that they wanted me to wrangle.
I’uz in tha movies, TV shows, commercials n'tha rest,
But it’uz my trick and fancy ropin that I did tha best.
Out here on the ranch agin, enjoyin my time,
Rememberin bein a Twine Tosser,
N’spinnin you a rhyme.
Copyright 2009 © Flyin W Productions, All Rights Reserved.

Write or do what you know, practice it repeatedly and like my grandfather says in my poem "Twine Tosser", “Practice doesn’t make Perfect, Perfect Practice does” If you need help, find someone who does it in a way that you admire and learn from their experience and expertise. I was fortunate enough to grow up around the last of the Real Old Time Cowboys, men who made a living in the saddle, so I hung on their every word as I grew up and began to live the Cowboy life myself, and eventually expressing it in poetry !!!

Catchin’ Fillies
I had an epiphany as I woke to the mornin sun,
I now know what it is that’s stealin all my fun.
Twernt an ornery Mustang, or rope that quit laying right,
It’s dern chasin fillies, what’s been keepin me up at night.
Oh it aint that I caint find’m or git’m out on the town.
It’s a teachin’m to ground tie that always leaves me with a frown.
Now I knowed some shiny fillies, what trotted with their tail in air,
But caint find one I’d trust with the herd, and that would always treat me fair.
Like catchin good horses, I’d say it’s about the game,
Now that I understand this deal, I only have me to blame.
You caint go runnin at their head, with loop that they can hear and see,
You gotta stand in the middle of the pen, and say easy now, come here to me.
Soon they quit trottin the rail, and lookin out over the fence,
They break’r down in a walk, then stop; and look at you intense.
Standing with lead in plain sight, they’ll mosey over your way,
Cause somewhere in’a twixt them ears they need ya at the end of the day,
If ya go easy, with a slow and gentle hand,
Somehow inside they know’ you’re their man.
They’ll come close enough to smell your breath, and look you I the eye,
And if that first touch is done correct, they’ll be with you till they die.
What’s the moral of the story, what is it I’m really tryin to advance,
Well it aint the loop you throw that get’s’m caught, somehow it’s the stance!!!
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Skye Clarke Photography, #WesternArtWednesday

Today I get to introduce another real Cowgirl who takes great photos preserving the traditions she's grown up with.
I give you, Skye Clarke!

- Life Story
I was born and raised in Smoot, Wyoming where I still live.  I grew up ranching and my parents were also outfitters, so I grew up in the hunting business also.  My mom worked for LD Frome as a cook for his wilderness pack trips, and she took me 35 miles a horse back into the Yellowstone Wilderness when I was 6 weeks old to live for the summer.  I literally grew up on a horse and outdoors.  I have been self employed my entire life, and have done everything from building fence & hay sheds to feeding elk for the game and fish, break colts, feed cattle for another rancher in the winter, and also started my own fitness business.

My dad, Reed Clark shaking hands with Caleb Munns this fall when we were pre-conditioning fall calves.  Dad had his thumb tore off this spring, and it's still tender, so he's shaking left handed.

- Day Job (if other than art)
I run 350 head of mother cows and am a fitness trainer and nutritionist also.

Will James Days in Hardin, MT.  Pick up men hurrying to save the bronc buster

- How did you get introduced to your art? 
I have always loved photographs, so in the fall of 2014 I bought a camera just to take pictures of my family at brandings and general ranch work.  I have always looked at things different, and soon I started taking pictures every chance I got.  I am completely self taught, and still don't know what a lot of the camera functions are or do, but I shoot what I see.

My saddle

- tell me about your subject matter
 It's of anything and everything you would find on a working ranch.  Some ranchers sport more of the buckaroo style, others not so much.  My images are anything from a cow calving, to roping, to feeding hay with a team to cow dogs and the country we run cattle in.

Ken Clark shoeing a horse

- What advice would you give to someone just getting started as an artist?
 Be yourself!  Shoot as much as you can, then review your images and figure out what works and what doesn't.  Set your own style.  Do what is true for you.  Don't copy others (you can get ideas from looking at other artists images), but set yourself apart and shoot what you love!  If you are shooting what you love and enjoy, it will show in your work.

 "Peanut" looks in the back door of the old horse barn on the High Lonesome Ranch up South Cottonwood Creek near Daniel, Wy

where can people find you online? to order prints, 

and my personal page:


TJ Horton throwing a Del Viento loop at a branding

Here's a few more pictures to enjoy before you go!

 My uncle, Lyman Clark wondering what the hell that guy is talking about.

 Josie Vorous talking to her dog, Peach on her roan horse when we were gathering cattle off the range

Smoke and Shadows.  Branding calves for the Grindstone outfit in Daniel, WY

 Jak Christensen's cowboy gear

Ken Clark breaking a colt to work in Smoot, Wy.  Dogs are supervising

Bondurant, WY.  Lenny Campbell has his 4 up loaded with loose hay to feed cows.  -25 below zero.

My brother, Gabe Clark holding his son Jak as he brands a calf.

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