Cowboys come in all colors

There was a time back in the early 1980s when I sort of fancied myself a rodeo photographer. A big, nasty bull soon put an end to my macho ideas of working inside the arena; I bought a telephoto lens and stayed as far away as possible. Although I had a full-time job, I also worked as a freelance photographer and some weekends would find me at the rodeo arena in a little place known as Mcbeth,…