The plains Indians lived on them, the railroad was built
with their help, and early travelers on the trails-west often caught a glimpse
of buffalo, or bison, along their journey.
I have been enamored with the buffalo since I was a kid. I
love to watch them moving, so slow, over the grassed plains. If need be, they
can run and running they are graceful and fast. Over the years I have snapped hundreds
of photos of bison and even attempted to once draw one, with no success. Later I
recalled that I had also attempted to draw a horse, cow, mountain and my friend
Mike, none were critically acclaimed. That’s when I turned to taking photos,
with much better success.
This weekend we traveled with friends, we have known for a
lifetime, up into the Laramie Range to take a look at the buffalo that roam a
ranch of thousands of acres. I always enjoy it, the roads are not fenced and if
there are cross fences they are miles apart. A bit like the buffalo of the old
days.
A fun trip, beautiful weather, good friends, a fine restaurant
up on the mountain, and you know what? I
still love looking at the buffalo.
