Happy Fathers Day
I had a good Father...
He has been gone for some time now.
Today's post is dedicated to him
This photo came to me in the form of old slides.
I was so happy to get them.
It was quite a process to get them
back to a photograph.
The watch part face is an actual watch he owned,
and the horseshoe nails are a
finding from his old pack shed.
My Dad was a cowboy as you can see.
Not the ones you see wearing a hat,
or playing one in the movies.
But a REAL cowboy who lived in the heart of the
....... Just to the corner of my vision, the place that disappears when I turn my face towards it .... I know he is there. I can still feel the ground shake like it did when he called them .... The Man in the Big Black Hat .... 30 horses thundering towards him.....The tent is empty now, all that remains are the memories of this cowboy . The man I called Dad. He would journey into these mountains for weeks at a time. In a time when there was no such thing as a cell phone. His horses would pack in all his supplies. Sometimes I can still hear his voice calling the horses
.... 'COME BOY'S' ....
..... and they always did ....
He was 'Big Jim'
He was a LEGEND in his time.
So, here's to all the good fathers
that are still here.
Happy Fathers day "Steve"
and for all the ones we are
thankful for having known.