Last night, we went to the rodeo.
This is Texas, after all.
We rode the ferris wheel, ate cotton candy, and watched cowboys try to best the 8-second buzzer by holdin' on & hopin'.
It's a funny thing, the rodeo.
All belt buckles and bluster.
I'm not so sure I love every little bit of it,
but that's not really what we're promised when we step into something new and different, is it?
Plus, in the end, the rodeo's as much about a love of horses as anything.
And having been one of those girls (the pretending, the posters, the finally -- really, finally -- a horse of my own!) -- I can wrap my mind around that.
So here, in a different setting than the ones we watched last night, are James Wright's horses:
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