Photo by @drewtrush | I am so thankful to have had the opportunity to spend so much time in Utah over the last few years, working to educate the public about the importance and intrinsic value of public lands. Of all the national parks in Utah, Capitol Reef has most definitely stolen my heart. What’s yours? To learn more about public lands across the West, follow along with photographer @drewtrush. #beauty #west #wild #capitolreef #sunrise #instagood
Photo by William Albert Allard @williamalbertallard | Tombstone, Arizona, 1970. On June 30, 1906, Sid Wilson drove the last stagecoach to leave Tombstone, Arizona, on its final forty-mile round trip to Benson. The railroads had come in 1903 and taken over the mail contracts, and that was the end of the stagecoach. «I used to drive a six-horse stage for the round trip to Benson and back; took about twelve hours counting time to change horses,» he told me.
After the stagecoach stopped, Sid was a rodeo cowboy, a big game hunting guide, and gathered wild horses in Arizona and New Mexico. He’d show old pictures of horses he’d known. «There’s little Gypsy Dog, mother of old Pat,» he said. «She was a fine horse.» I met Sid in 1970 in Tombstone while doing a National Geographic essay on the U.S./Mexico border, published in May 1971. He was a very interesting old man who still lived in the shadows of his youth. He was still a cowboy.
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Photo by William Albert Allard @williamalbertallard | Buckaroos drive a herd of cattle on the Quarter Circle A ranch in northeastern Nevada. All the locals referred to the ranch as the Circle A, dropping the part that more accurately described the brand. Instead of a full circle around the letter A, the brand burned into the hips of those white-faced Herefords had just a crescent, or a quarter of a circle, burned over the A. I remember the drive taking two or three days, and we stayed in several line camps scattered out over an awful lot of country. In those days, I was carrying my own saddle much of the time. I was not then nor now a horseman, but I could stay on and work off a decent, well-mannered horse. It’s really hard to do good work while photographing off a horse, to get into the position one might want. But it was the best way by far to get close to my subject, and I enjoyed it. And the cowboys and buckaroos respected the fact I tried. For more images of the American West and other assignments spanning a five-decade career follow me @williamalbertallard.
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