Ah, the rodeo — the flared nostrils of quarterhorses, the parade of Wrangler jeans and spurs, the bellow of cattle in the yards, and the smell of rum and coke on the audience’s breath.
The whole town comes to the Yass Rodeo to cheer the broncs and bulls, and feel clods of dirt in their faces and down their shirts.
Clichés of country life are everywhere — even tiny tots don the uniform of a plaid shirt and felt hat.
This image is in keeping … almost. I’ve seen the basic formula many times — cowkids sitting on the arena rails — but never have I seen them photographed using the latest communications technology to text their friends!
The whole town comes to the Yass Rodeo to cheer the broncs and bulls, and feel clods of dirt in their faces and down their shirts.
Clichés of country life are everywhere — even tiny tots don the uniform of a plaid shirt and felt hat.
This image is in keeping … almost. I’ve seen the basic formula many times — cowkids sitting on the arena rails — but never have I seen them photographed using the latest communications technology to text their friends!
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