I thank my grandfather for my wild imagination. He was the best. No matter what story he told - I believed -- why would I think anything different? I miss you grandpa...
What a crazy week. I have more film sitting on my desk than I know what to do with (cool stuff that just blows my mind - all from a 19 dollar camera) ... I blew out my second half number at work, and I still have 3 months to go (translation: I can feed Lainey for at least the next week) -- just a good week -- we'll leave it at that... Still -- I feel very lonely ... that's the sucky part... I hate it...
Anyway --- I shoot A LOT of night stuff -- and even I get a little bored with it... so -- I have several shots over the next few weeks I'll pop up. I sort of classify them as my summer shots.... This one -- oh this one ... What a great story.... John and I decided to have a total photo weekend -- a crazy thing for us to do, I know -- but he stole my view camera and set off to do God-only-knows-what... I was off shooting flowers -- and looked up to see him setting up some sort of crazy shot... (look through www.orbit1.com over the last few weeks and you'll find a shot which includes Wild Bill) ... So -- I went over -- to make sure he was cool -- John is a gentleman -- very trusting -- a good thing -- but still, he needs a caretaker to look after him (that would be me - the eldest in my family - caretaker extraordanaire -- just ask my sisters) ... He was doing fine...
We chatted with Wild Bill for about 20 minutes... turns out, he oversees all the activities along the lake... no surprises there... I enjoyed our talk -- Wild Bill -- a character my grandfather would have loved....
Enjoy your weekend.
Until you come back to me - Aretha Franklin
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He told a good story
And all us kids listened
'bout his life on the border
And the way it was then
And we all believed
And when he would finish
We'd ask the old cowboy
To tell 'em again
You could almost hear
Those prairie winds blowing
His saddle a creakin'
'neath his old faded jeans
You could taste the dry dust
From the trail he was ridin'
As he sat there and painted
Those west texas scenes
And the grown-ups would tell us
You boys keep yer distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas sky.
He told of a time
When he rode with the rangers
Down on the pecos
And he saved the day
Outnumbered by plenty
They were almost to cover
With 30 banditos
Headed their way
He looked back just in time
To see a horse stumble
The captain went down
And Bill pulled up on his reigns
Through a flurry of bullets
He rescued the captain
They rode for the sunset
Just the story remains
And the grown-ups would tell us
You boys keep yer distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas sky.
Well I still remember
The day that it happened
We waited and we waited
But Bill never showed
The folks at the feed store
Said they hadn't seen him
So we set out for his place
Down on old grist mill road
And we cried when we found him
Lying there with his memories
The old trunk wide open
Things scattered about
He was clutching a badge
That said Texas Rangers
And an old yeller letter
Said "Texas is Proud"
And the grown-ups that told us
You boys keep yer distance
That old man's just telling you lies
Now... they're all saying
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas sky.
Just as true
As the blue texas sky.
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