Inside a Nevada Bull Sale

Inside a Nevada Bull Sale: Ranchers, Cattle, and Cowboy Culture

When most people think about cowboy culture, they picture horses, branding crews, and vast landscapes stretching toward the horizon. Those things certainly exist, but they are only part of the story.

The ranching industry is built on countless events, decisions, and relationships that happen away from the spotlight. One of those places is the bull sale.

These photographs were made at a bull sale in Gardnerville, Nevada, where ranchers from across the region gathered to evaluate cattle, reconnect with friends and neighbors, and make decisions that would influence their operations for years to come.

For an outsider, it might appear to be a simple livestock auction. In reality, it offered a fascinating glimpse into the people, traditions, and business of ranching in the American West.

An I Love Beef sticker sits on the back of a truck at the Nevada bull sale.

A rancher stands beside the cattle pens as numbered bulls move through the sale grounds in Gardnerville, Nevada.

More Than a Livestock Auction

A bull sale serves an important role within the cattle industry.

Ranchers attend to evaluate genetics, improve their herds, and invest in the future of their operations. The bulls that change hands during a single sale may influence cattle programs for years, making these events far more significant than a typical auction.

Yet what interested me most wasn't the cattle.

It was the people.

The sale brought together ranchers, cowboys, families, and livestock producers from across Nevada and neighboring states. Long before the first bid was placed, conversations were already happening in the aisles, around the cattle pens, and over a hot lunch.

The event felt as much like a community gathering as it did a business transaction.

A rancher walks along the fence line beside black bulls at the Nevada bull sale.

A woman stands on the pen rail above the sale grounds during a bull sale in Nevada.

A sale number is marked on a black Angus bull during the Nevada bull sale.

Photographing the Ranching Community

One of the things that immediately stood out was the diversity of people in attendance.

Young ranchers walked the pens alongside older cattlemen who had spent decades in the industry. Multi-generational families studied livestock together. Friends who may not have seen one another since the previous sale stopped to catch up and exchange stories.

The atmosphere was relaxed but purposeful.

Everywhere I looked, there were moments that reflected the culture surrounding ranching in the American West. A quiet conversation between old friends. A rancher carefully evaluating a bull. A weathered face shaped by years spent working outdoors.

These small moments often reveal more about a community than the headline events themselves.

Ranchers and sale attendees line up for lunch during a bull sale in Gardnerville, Nevada.

Ranchers and sale attendees gather for lunch during a bull sale in Nevada.

A Window Into Nevada Cowboy Culture

Nevada is home to some of the largest and most historic ranching operations in the country, yet much of that world remains invisible to people outside the agricultural community.

Events like this provide a rare opportunity to see the culture behind the imagery often associated with the American cowboy.

The hats, boots, and horses are certainly part of the story, but they are secondary to something deeper.

What stood out most was the sense of responsibility.

The people attending this sale were making decisions that affected their families, their businesses, and the future of their operations. Ranching remains a demanding profession that requires equal parts knowledge, adaptability, and persistence.

The photographs from this day reflect a community that continues to evolve while remaining deeply connected to its traditions.

An Angus sale catalog sits on a desk during the Nevada bull sale.

Ranchers watch from their seats as bull images are shown during the Nevada bull sale.

Ranchers and families fill the auction room during a bull sale in Gardnerville, Nevada.

One Day That Led to a Larger Project

It would be impossible to think that sitting in an empty firehouse parking lot in 2021, eating a sandwich on my tailgate would lead to 6+ year (ongoing) project about cowboys in the American West, but it did. The idea for Calves to the Fire had been swirling around in my head for quite some time prior to that day, but as an outsider to such an isolated and foreign culture, I just couldn’t figure my way in. Up until then I’d driven countless miles driving through Western states, photographing subjects adjacent to true cowboy culture, but nothing that led anywhere or meant anything.

Long story short, I’m sitting in the firehouse parking lot, eating lunch out of the cooler when a big pick-up barrels in along side me and the window goes down. There are two guys inside, open beers in the console, and they waste no time asking “do you know where the bull sale is?” At the time I had no idea what a bull sale was. Still though, my knee jerk reaction was “I don’t, but it sounds fun. Can I go?” After a little back and forth they gave me enough info to find the place, so I show up and introduce myself to Gary Ward; owner of Ward Bull Sales. He warmly invited me in to what felt literally like another world. My head was spinning with fascination and curiosity while I did my best to blend into the background and make some photographs. After the event was over I headed back out to the truck where I was asked by a few local cowboys, “What are you doing?” It was hard to tell if the question came from genuine interest or if it was a get the hell out of here! Either way, I answered honestly, telling them how I was trying to start a photography project on cowboys. Apparently it was my lucky day, because one of them invited me to their branding the following month, and the rest is sorta history.

I’m a believer that putting yourself out into the universe in a kind and caring way will produce the results you desire. And after more than a year of trying to start this project, the answer finally came in the form of two drunk fellas in an F350. Had I just left it at “no, I don’t know where the bull sale is”, then who knows where I’d be today? Instead, it’s an honor to say the cowboy who invited me to his branding is someone I’m proud to still call a friend 6 years later.

An auctioneer calls bids as ranchers follow the sale from their seats.

Ranchers and families watch the auction during a bull sale in Gardnerville, Nevada.

A rancher reviews the sale catalog during the Nevada bull auction.

Ranchers sit with sale catalogs while following the Nevada bull auction.

Exploring the Cowboy Project

These photographs represent one chapter in an ongoing body of work focused on ranching and cowboy culture throughout the American West.

Additional stories from the project include historic ranches, working cowboys, western artists, saddle makers, and the landscapes that continue to define the region.

Together, they form a broader portrait of a culture that is often misunderstood, frequently romanticized, and very much alive.

While the images of cowboys on horseback may capture the imagination, places like this Nevada bull sale help tell the rest of the story.

View the full cowboy photography gallery

View the cowboy print collection

An auctioneer calls bids from the floor as the bull sale continues in Nevada.

A young boy in a cowboy hat looks through the window during a bull sale in Nevada.

A young boy sits on the fence near the cattle pens during a Nevada bull sale.

Nevada Roadside Photography

Nevada Roadside Photography: The Quiet Corners of the American West

Nevada has a way of stretching things out—time, distance, silence. You can drive for hours without seeing much of anything, and then suddenly there’s a building, a sign, a road bending into the mountains like it has somewhere important to go.

Most people pass through Nevada on their way to somewhere else. That’s part of what makes it interesting to photograph.

These images come from years of driving across the state—backroads, highways, small towns that sit just off the map. The kinds of places that don’t announce themselves, but stay with you long after you’ve left.

The Space Between Destinations

There’s a certain rhythm to Nevada. Seemingly endless stretches of road where your radio never stops looking for a signal, around and around. Power lines marching into the distance. Storm systems building over empty basins.

Nothing is rushed here. Even the light feels like it’s taking its time.

A lot of this work happens in those in-between moments—pulling over when something feels right, even if it’s hard to explain why. A curve in the road. A stretch of desert under heavy clouds. A horizon that doesn’t seem to end.

It’s not about landmarks. It’s about paying attention.

Small Towns, Fading Edges

The towns scattered across Nevada aren’t trying to reinvent themselves. Many of them feel suspended—caught somewhere between their mining days and whatever may or may not come next.

Old casinos. Empty storefronts. Motels that have seen better decades.

There’s a quiet honesty to these places. Nothing is polished. Nothing is staged. What you see is unapologetic.

That’s part of what draws me in. These towns reflect a version of America that doesn’t get much attention anymore and isn’t asking for any.

The Road as Subject

The road shows up again and again in this work—not just as a way to get somewhere, but as the subject itself.

Two lanes cutting through open desert. A highway disappearing into a storm. A sign pointing in both directions with no real indication of what’s waiting either way.

Driving through Nevada, you start to realize the road isn’t leading you to anything specific. It just keeps going, and that’s enough.

Many of these scenes translate well beyond personal work. The simplicity of the compositions—open space, strong lines, and a strong sense of place—makes them well suited for editorial features, brand storytelling, and commercial campaigns looking for an authentic depiction of the American West.

If you’re looking to license photography like this for a campaign, publication, or brand project, you can contact me directly - rob@robhammerphotography.com

Light, Weather, and Timing

The light in Nevada can be as harsh as it comes, when it’s a bluebird day without a single cloud to soften any horizon. So a lot of these photographs happen at the edges of the day—early morning, late evening, or just before a storm breaks.

Nevada’s landscape changes quickly depending on the light. A place that feels flat and empty at noon can take on a completely different character at sunrise or under heavy cloud cover.

There’s no controlling it. Just being there when it happens.

Part of a Larger Body of Work

This work is part of a much larger project photographing the American landscape—particularly the overlooked places that exist between major destinations.

Over the past thirteen years, I’ve driven hundreds of thousands of miles across the country documenting these kinds of scenes. Nevada is one of the places I return to the most. There’s a consistency to it, but it never feels repetitive.

It’s also where I spend a significant amount of time photographing working cowboys on remote ranches. Those assignments often take me deep into parts of the state most people never see, and the time in between—on the road, in small towns, crossing long valleys—is where a lot of these images come from.

Roadside Meditations and the America Project

This body of work is part of Roadside Meditations, a long-term photography project (and fine art photography book) exploring the overlooked spaces that define much of the American landscape.

Over the past fifteen years, I’ve driven hundreds of thousands of miles across the country photographing places most people pass without noticing—empty intersections, quiet towns, stretches of road that exist somewhere between use and abandonment. Nevada has become one of the most important states within that work. The scale, the isolation, and the subtle shifts in landscape make it a place that continues to reveal itself slowly.

The project eventually became a published book, bringing together photographs from across the United States into a single, cohesive body of work centered on those in-between moments.

Alongside the book, the broader America project expands on this idea—documenting small towns, roadside architecture, and landscapes that sit just outside the spotlight but remain essential to understanding the country as a whole.

If this series resonates, you can explore the full body of work here:
→ Roadside Meditations Photography Book
→ America Landscape and Small Town Photography

Two-lane road through the Nevada desert at the end of the day. The sky goes pink, the road goes quiet.

Quiet night at The Cowboy Bar in Montello, Nevada

Road through Nevada high desert terrain, overcast day. No guardrails, no traffic, just the curve and the rock.

Downtown Fallon storefront, mid-morning. No one around, nothing on the sign.

The State Inn - Carlin, Nevada

Solar panels line the desert floor behind a chain-link fence. The mountains beyond are dry and bare — nothing between them and the sun.

Faded roadside motel sign against a flat gray Nevada sky. Beautyrest. Vacancy. Both claims uncertain.

A view from the hillside down into a wide Nevada desert basin. Sagebrush and boulders fill the foreground, mountains stretch across the horizon.

The White King and a white taxi cab at the legendary Commercial Casino in Elko, Nevada

Looking out across a Nevada basin on an overcast day. The road is there — small and direct, headed somewhere between two mountain ranges.

Human Resources signage, green turf, red car — and then a Nevada mountain range right behind it. The contrast does the work.

US Highway 50 - Nevada - “The Loneliest Road In America”

Empty ranch enclosure in rural Nevada. One utility pole, one fence, and a long flat view toward snow-covered peaks.

Late evening in a small Nevada town. The billboard is lit but empty. Everything else is still.

Snow on the high ridges, scrub in the foreground. The Ruby Mountains stack one behind the other, each a little lighter than the last.

Fallon, Nevada -small Nevada town casino storefront, midday. Big signage, not much foot traffic.

Nevada high desert on a gray day. Sagebrush in every direction, one fence line, nothing else.

Classic barbershop in Winnemuca, Nevada

A train moving through a Nevada desert basin with snow covered mountains in the background

Paradise Hill, Nevada - the bar where the outlaw Claude Dallas hid the body of a murdered game warden

A straight Nevada highway disappears into the distance under a heavy, dark sky. Utility poles line the right side all the way to the horizon.

A basketball hoop hangs in a small-town Nevada gym. Yellow curtains, dark walls, old hardware. The place looks like it hasn't changed in decades.

An old wood cattle corral in a remote desert basin at sunset

The road surface is cracked and patched, the center line faded. A stop sign sits at the intersection ahead with nothing around it for miles.

Nevada roadside saloon after dark. One van parked, one sign lit, the rest left to the dark.

Flat sagebrush desert in rural Nevada, early light just reaching the mountain in the distance. Nothing between here and there.

Murals cover buildings showing the local history of mining in Ely, Nevada

A dirt road curves past trailers and old vehicles in a Nevada desert community. Mountains rise close behind, clouds sitting low on the ridge.

Inside a Nevada barbershop. Haircut in progress, ammunition on the counter, a handwritten 'I Buy Guns' note taped to the mirror.

Unpaved Nevada back road at dusk. The poles go on longer than the eye can follow, and the dust is moving west.

Main street in Winnemucca, Nevada on a summer afternoon. The mountain at the end of the block doesn't let you forget where you are.

Whatever's happening outside this Nevada bar, it's been there a while. The Cocktails sign is visible through the glass behind them.

Remote Nevada settlement viewed from the edge of the flats. A road goes in. Not much else goes out.

Caliente, Nevada - Carl's Burgers sits on a Nevada main street with a hand-painted sign and an Open sign in the window. Christmas decorations are up on the median out front.

Two lines cutting through the Nevada desert — the road in front, the rail line behind it. Both going the same direction.

Tonopah, Nevada in winter. The town climbs the mountain behind it and drops into open desert in front. The Mizpah Hotel is still the tallest thing on the block.

Utility poles cross the Nevada basin in a straight line toward the mountains. The desert is flat, the sky is clear, and nothing else competes for attention.

A motel sign is propped in a window along a Nevada roadside. A Coors Beer sign is mounted on a post nearby. The mountain behind the building is close and covered in snow.

No customers, no traffic. A Nevada gas station in the middle of the day with a mountain range where the horizon should be.

Two signs and a clock on a post outside a Nevada bar. The trees are bare, the hills are dry, and the clock is still running.

Inside The TS Ranch: A 156-Year-Old Working Cattle Ranch

TS Ranch: 156 Years of Buckaroo Tradition in the American West

The TS Ranch sits in northeastern Nevada, in the country stretching between Carlin and Battle Mountain—part of the larger Great Basin where cattle ranching has operated on open range for well over a century.

Originally known as the T Lazy S Ranch, the operation has long been tied to the development of both ranching and mining in this part of Nevada. Like many ranches in the region, its history isn’t isolated—it’s connected to the broader story of land use in the West, where cattle operations and resource extraction have overlapped for generations.

The ranch itself is owned by Nevada Gold Mines, but that doesn’t matter much to the cowboys, because they just want to cowboy. Although it does give them plenty of room to roam, as the mines own almost 3 million acres of earth between all of their ranches.

Ranching in the Carlin and Battle Mountain Country

This part of Nevada is defined by distance.

The land is dry, open, and expansive—sagebrush valleys broken by low mountain ranges, with limited water and long seasonal swings. Ranching here has always required movement. Cattle are spread across large allotments, often miles apart, and gathering them means covering serious ground on horseback.

At the TS Ranch, that hasn’t changed.

The work still follows the same patterns established generations ago: long days in the saddle, trailing cattle across open range, managing herds in terrain that offers very little room for error. Efficiency comes from experience, not speed.

From T Lazy S to TS Ranch

The ranch’s earlier identity as the T Lazy S reflects a period when large, independently run cattle operations dominated northern Nevada.

As mining expanded in the Carlin Trend—one of the most significant gold-producing regions in the world—land ownership and management structures began to shift. Ranches like this became part of a broader landscape where livestock production and mining interests coexisted.

Despite those changes, the function of the ranch itself remained consistent.

Cattle still move across the same country. Riders still gather and trail them the same way. The systems in place today are less about ownership on paper and more about what continues to work on the ground.

Photographing TS Ranch

I’ve said this before, but I’m partial to the ranches in Nevada, and love photographing on them. Everything from the buckaroo style, to the nature of the land, colors, and textures is, in my opinion, exceptional. Ranches in this part of the world represent a culture unique in itself, yet still part of the greater cowboy universe. Photographing here means working within the rhythm, not interrupting it.

Nothing is staged. Nothing is slowed down. The work happens whether a camera is present or not.

The photographs come from paying attention to what’s already there—dust hanging in the air during a gather, a rider holding position on a ridge, cattle settling at the end of a long push. Over time, those moments build into a more accurate picture of what ranching in this part of Nevada actually looks like.

I’m grateful to the whole crew for letting me be a small part of their work and look forward to being back on The TS. They are a good bunch of humans with a great chemistry that was fun to take in from the outside.

Part of an Ongoing Western Project

The photographs from TS Ranch are part of a larger body of work focused on working cowboys across the American West.

This project has been developed over years of access to ranches where the work is still done horseback, across open range, and without alteration for the camera. Each image is part of a broader effort to document a way of life that continues largely out of public view.

View the full project

Limited edition prints from this series are available for collectors

View more photographs from another historic Nevada cattle ranch - The C-Punch

Contact me directly for editorial and commercial licensing - rob@robhammerphotography.com

The first light breaks over the mountains, casting long shadows across the open ranch land.

Buckaroos spread out across the range, slowly gathering cattle as the morning light settles over the high desert.

Buckaroos sit mounted in the pens, waiting for the next move as cattle work begins to unfold.

A buckaroo rides across the open range at TS Ranch, the high desert stretching out beneath the evening light.

A calf is roped and held steady in the branding pen, a routine part of cattle work that has remained unchanged for generations.

A buckaroo moves through the cattle pens at first light, dust catching the sun as the day’s work begins at TS Ranch.

A worn hat catches the early light, a quiet detail that reflects the long days and tradition behind the work.

A buckaroo pushes cattle through the alleyway, guiding the herd forward through the maze of steel pens.

A close study of horse and gear, where movement and dust soften the edges of the scene.

A buckaroo counts cattle inside the pens, before they are loaded onto the shipping truck.

Buckaroos hold the herd in place, spacing themselves across the landscape to keep the cattle settled.

A buckaroo holds position behind the herd, keeping the cattle together as they move through the corrals.

A close look at the craftsmanship of a working bridle, worn and used daily in the rhythm of ranch work.

Two buckaroos rope cattle in the pens, working together to manage the herd with precision and control.

Buckaroos sit mounted in the pens at first light, preparing for the day’s work as the ranch comes to life.

A quiet moment between tasks, where conversation and humor break up the rhythm of the day.

A quiet portrait of a buckaroo, worn denim and dust marking years of work in the West.

A rope swings through the dust as a buckaroo works cattle in the pens, the movement quick and deliberate.

A quiet moment on the edge of the pens, where observation is just as important as action.

Packed tightly together, the herd becomes a study of movement, texture, and weight.

A buckaroo moves into the herd through the morning haze, guiding cattle forward as the dust begins to rise.

A buckaroo sits steady as cattle drift across the range, holding position while the herd moves past.

Buckaroos push cattle through the pens, the air thick with dust as the herd moves forward.

Buckaroos work cattle through the maze of pens, guiding movement through dust and steel.

Three buckaroos move in sync, guiding cattle through the pens with quiet precision.

A long braid falls down the back of a denim jacket, a quiet detail rooted in buckaroo tradition.

Cattle press forward through the pens as a buckaroo guides them from horseback, the air thick with dust.

Light cuts through the slats of a stock trailer, revealing the worn surfaces shaped by years of use.

A buckaroo watches over a tight group of cattle, keeping them settled inside the pens.

Two buckaroos lean against the fence, watching the work unfold between runs through the pens.

A few heads rise above the herd, each animal alert as dust hangs in the air.

A moment of ease breaks through the work as a buckaroo smiles between tasks.

A buckaroo steps into position, roping a calf as others guide cattle across the pen.

A close look at the reins and bridle, where craftsmanship and daily use meet.

A series of buckaroo portraits, each shaped by the work and traditions of the American West.

Authentic Cowboy Lifestyle Photography for Brands & Editorial Use

Authentic Cowboy Lifestyle Photography for Brands & Editorial Use

There’s no shortage of photographs of cowboys. But most of them aren’t made where the work actually happens.

Over the past several years, I’ve spent time on working ranches across the American West—photographing cattle being gathered at first light, horses being saddled in the dark, long days moving cattle through rough country, and the quiet moments in between.

This isn’t staged. It isn’t a production.

It’s the real pace and texture of ranch life as it exists today.

For brands and editors looking for something honest, that difference matters.

Horses and riders prepare under the glow of trailer lights before an early start.

Evening light falls across the range as cowboys move through open country on horseback.

Dust and movement fill the corral as cowboys push cattle forward in low visibility conditions.

Two cowboys stack loose hay in harsh winter conditions, a daily task that keeps cattle fed through the cold months.

Authentic Western Photography, Shot on Working Ranches

The photographs in this collection are made on historic and working ranches throughout the West, often in remote locations where access is limited and the work is physically demanding.

What draws me to these places isn’t just the visual side of it—it’s the rhythm of the work:

• early mornings before the sun breaks

• the repetition of daily tasks

• the relationship between rider, horse, and land

• the wear on tools, gear, and hands over time

That’s where the photographs come from.

Not just the big moments, but the small, often overlooked ones that define the reality of the job.

Cowboy Photography for Brands, Advertising & Editorial

This body of work is well suited for:

• Western apparel and workwear brands

• Outdoor and lifestyle campaigns

• Agricultural and ranching publications

• Editorial features focused on American culture and labor

There’s a growing demand for imagery that feels grounded and believable—especially from brands trying to move away from overly polished or staged campaigns.

Because these photographs are made in real environments, with working cowboys, they carry a level of authenticity that’s difficult to replicate on a set.

Horseshoes line the walls of a weathered barn, a quiet record of years of ranch work and horsemanship.

Cowboys gather around an open fire, a moment of warmth and reset during long days of work on the range.

A working cowboy stands with his horses in the cold, ready for the next task on the ranch.

A quiet moment of preparation as a cowboy saddles his horse in freezing morning conditions.

Cattle are pushed through the pens as a cowboy guides the herd from horseback during processing.

Licensing Authentic Cowboy Photography

Images from this ongoing project are available for licensing across a range of uses, including:

• advertising campaigns

• editorial features

• brand storytelling

• web and digital use

• print and publication

If you’re looking for specific moments—branding, roping, sorting cattle, life in the bunkhouse, or broader environmental scenes—there’s a deep archive to draw from.

Licensing can be tailored depending on scope, usage, and exclusivity.

A cowboy pauses with rope in hand, scanning the herd across wide open country.

Light cuts across a cowboy’s face, revealing the quiet focus that defines the work.

A rope goes tight as a cowboy works a calf from horseback, a fast and precise moment of ranch work.

Cowboys gather around a fire after dark, sharing a rare moment of rest on the open range.

Assignment-Based Photography on Working Ranches

In addition to licensing existing work, I take on a limited number of assignments each year.

This includes photographing:

• campaign imagery for Western and workwear brands

• editorial stories on ranching and rural culture

• long-form documentary projects

Having worked on multiple ranches over time, I understand how to move within these environments without disrupting the work—something that’s critical when timing and conditions matter.

Close detail of a working cowboy holding a child, revealing the balance between hard labor and family life on the ranch.

A cowboy works his horse inside a dim arena, dust hanging in the air under artificial light.

A calf is roped and held during branding, a necessary and demanding part of cattle ranching.

A small group of cowboys watches cattle movement across open country, working alongside a stock dog.

Cowboys rope cattle from horseback, a skill built through years of repetition and experience.

A Long-Term Documentary Project

This work is part of a long-term project documenting working cowboys and ranching culture across the American West.

Over time, it’s taken me to ranches in Texas, Montana, Nevada, and beyond—each with its own way of doing things, but connected by a shared commitment to the work.

The goal isn’t to romanticize it, but to document it honestly.

Because much of this way of life is changing, and in some places, disappearing.

A hot branding iron meets the hide as smoke rises, marking cattle for identification.

Cowboys move across open grassland, balancing time in the saddle with work on foot.

Cowboys sit on a porch after a long day, conversation and camaraderie as much a part of the job as the work itself.

Licensing & Assignment Inquiries

If you’re a brand, agency, or editor looking for authentic cowboy and ranch lifestyle photography, feel free to get in touch.

Whether you’re looking to license existing work or commission a shoot, I’m happy to discuss what you need.

→ Contact Rob
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A calf is held during branding as smoke and dust fill the frame, capturing the intensity of the work.

Cattle move through the corral as cowboys work in warm evening light, dust hanging in the air.

A wide western sky settles over the ranch at dusk, marking the end of a long day’s work.

C-Punch Ranch - Nevada

C-Punch Ranch, Nevada – Working Cowboys of the Great Basin

The C-Punch Ranch sits deep in the high desert of northern Nevada, a place where the road narrows, cell service disappears, and the landscape stretches out far beyond what most people ever get to see. I’ve photographed a lot of working cowboys across the West over the years, but the C-Punch has a way of staying with you. It’s a ranch of unthinkable size (1.8 million acres), resilient horses, and buckaroo traditions that haven’t been watered down by time or convenience. Everything about it feels rooted in the old ways—not out of nostalgia, but because it’s the only thing that works in a place that big!

This is a photographic look inside one of the Great Basin’s most respected outfits.

A Historic Ranch in the Heart of the Great Basin

The Great Basin is unlike anywhere else in the country. It’s wide, harsh, and rugged in a way that demands a certain type of cowboy—someone who’s as comfortable riding an endless trot as they are roping in big country. The C-Punch Ranch fits squarely into that tradition. It’s one of the longstanding outfits that helped define the buckaroo style: rawhide gear, flashy bits, big loops, Vaquero-influenced horsemanship, and an unwavering focus on stockmanship.

Ranches in this region operate across huge expanses of desert and sagebrush. The land is open, unforgiving, and absolutely beautiful. Cattle graze for miles. Horses cover ground that would break most people. And the cowboys who work here carry forward a culture that remains largely unseen by the outside world.

Photographing at the C-Punch is stepping into that rhythm—into a world where the work is real and the traditions matter.

Photographing Life on the C-Punch Ranch

My time on the ranch always starts before sunrise. The crew saddles in the pale light, horses blowing steam into the morning air. Coffee is hot, conversation is short, and the day begins quickly. Once you ride out onto the range, time moves differently. The distances feel enormous, and the silence is broken only by bawling cows, wind, and wild horses playing in the distance.

I photograph quietly. I don’t stage anything, and I don’t ask people to perform. The work is honest as it is, and the best photographs come from letting the day unfold as it always does.

Some days are spent gathering cattle across rough desert country. Other days are branding days—dust, smoke, ropes, and a kind of controlled chaos that resolves into teamwork. No two days are the same, and that’s the beauty of working ranches like the C-Punch.

Gathering Cattle Across the Nevada Desert

Cattle work in the Great Basin means covering many many many miles—sometimes more before lunch than most people drive in a week. The C-Punch cowboys ride out into sagebrush flats and rocky hillsides, spreading wide across the desert to bring cattle together. Horses work hard out there. Cowboys do too.

The landscape is big enough that you often see a single rider silhouetted against an entire mountain range. Dust hangs low. Light shifts quickly. And the relationships between riders and horses become clear in those long, quiet hours.

These are some of my favorite moments to photograph—honest, solitary, and rooted in the environment.

Branding on the C-Punch – Dust, Smoke, and Traditions That Don’t Change

Branding on the C-Punch is high desert ranching at its most iconic. There’s smoke, dust, noise, and movement from every direction. Cowboys rope calves from horseback. Ground crew works quickly. Horses stand steady in the swirl of dust. It’s a fast, physical kind of work, but everyone knows their place and the flow stays remarkably smooth.

What stands out most is how much horsemanship is involved. Everything is done with a rope, a horse, and practiced timing. It’s the kind of branding that defines buckaroo culture—the kind rarely seen by the general public.

Photographically, it’s a gift: sun slicing through dust, silhouettes in motion, rawhide ropes swinging through the air, and the steam rising off a fresh brand.

Details That Define a Buckaroo Outfit

You can learn a lot about a ranch by looking at the details. The worn bell stirrups marked by years of use, Garcia bits, rough out saddles, flat hats, rawhide reins that have passed through the hands of several cowboys. Spurs shaped by tradition, not fashion.

These details tell the story just as much as the wide landscapes or branding scenes. They show the craftsmanship, the lifestyle, and the individuality of each rider. They’re reminders that buckaroo culture isn’t just about cattle work—it’s about a way of life built over generations.

A Ranch Where Tradition Still Matters

The C-Punch Ranch is one of those rare places where the past and present meet naturally. The work is still done horseback. Young cowboys learn from seasoned hands. Horses are respected. Gear is functional, not decorative. And there is pride—quiet, deep pride—in doing the job well.

In a world moving fast and often in the opposite direction of tradition, the C-Punch remains steady. That’s what makes documenting it so meaningful. It isn’t a reenactment. It isn’t a version cleaned up for guests or cameras. It’s the real thing, practiced every day because it’s how the work gets done.

Related Ranches of the Great Basin

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• Spanish Ranch, Nevada — One of the most historic cattle ranches in northern Nevada.

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Closing Thoughts

Every time I photograph the C-Punch Ranch, I leave with a deeper respect for the cowboys who ride there. The land is tough. The work is tougher. But there’s a sense of pride, purpose, and tradition that you won’t find anywhere else.

The Great Basin is a world unto itself—huge, harsh, and beautiful—and the C-Punch is one of the ranches that keeps its culture alive. My hope is that these photographs help preserve a small piece of that legacy.

Clouds sweep over the mountain peaks that border the C-Punch Ranch, a reminder of the scale and isolation of Nevada’s Great Basin.

A quiet moment at the barn as a cowboy saddles his horse before heading out onto the winter range at the C-Punch Ranch.

A cowboy pushes cattle across frozen ground at the C-Punch Ranch, the quiet rhythm of winter work in northern Nevada.

A buckaroo swings a loop from horseback during cattle work at the C-Punch Ranch, where roping is still done the traditional Great Basin way.

A miniature metal roping dummy sits on the bunkhouse table, used by young buckaroos learning the craft at the C-Punch Ranch.

A cowboy drives cattle beneath a sweeping sky at the C-Punch Ranch, framed by the rugged mountains of northern Nevada.

A close look at worn chinks and a working hand during branding at the C-Punch Ranch—details that define the buckaroo tradition.

A lone rider crosses the valley at dawn as the first light hits the mountains surrounding the C-Punch Ranch.

A cowboy threads his horse through a dense herd of cattle at the C-Punch Ranch, checking animals before the day's work begins.

A fleeting glimpse of a saddle horse moving through the corrals during morning work at the C-Punch Ranch.

A distant cowboy rides along a sunlit hillside near the C-Punch Ranch, dwarfed by the scale and shadows of the Great Basin.

A wide view of the high desert near the C-Punch Ranch in northern Nevada, where sagebrush flats meet distant mountains across the Great Basin.

A close look at the traditional buckaroo gear used at the C-Punch Ranch, from the rawhide reins to the well-worn saddle built for long days on the desert range.

Riding through the corrals at the C-Punch Ranch, a cowboy prepares to move cattle after a cold overnight storm.

Anvil and ropes at the C-Punch Ranch, showing the worn metal and dust of daily work during branding season.

A cowboy works a young horse in the round pen at the C-Punch Ranch, a daily part of keeping saddle horses sharp through the winter.

A thick layer of winter fog settles across the Great Basin near the C-Punch Ranch, leaving only the Ruby Mountains visible above the cloud line.

A cow skull and weathered Western painting hang on the wood-paneled wall of the C-Punch Ranch bunkhouse—a small glimpse into the everyday life of a historic Nevada outfit.

A seasoned buckaroo waits by the chutes at the C-Punch Ranch, preparing for another day of winter cattle work.

A cowboy rides the fence line near the C-Punch Ranch, a daily task in the wide-open winter desert of northern Nevada.

ranch dog sneaks a makeshift lunch beside the horse trailer — a small slice of daily life at the C-Punch.

Cowboys at the C-Punch Ranch pause on horseback as morning light hits the snow-covered mountains of the Great Basin.

A dirt road cuts across the Great Basin near the C-Punch Ranch, capturing the vast, quiet space of Nevada’s high desert.

A single rider crosses the open winter range—one of the most iconic sights in the Great Basin buckaroo tradition.

A cowboy climbs a livestock trailer at the C-Punch Ranch as cattle are prepared for shipping across the winter range.

The hand-painted sign at the entrance to the C-Punch Ranch, marking the start of a long dirt road that winds deep into the sagebrush country of northern Nevada.

The Spanish Ranch - Nevada

Historic Cowboy Photography at the Spanish Ranch in Nevada

Documenting a Legendary Nevada Cattle Operation

Northern Nevada is home to some of the most historic cattle ranches in the country. North of I-80, the landscape becomes a patchwork of sagebrush and working land, a region shaped by generations of ranchers. I recently had the chance to photograph life on the Spanish Ranch in Tuscarora, Nevada, part of the legendary Ellison Ranching Company, which has been operating there since 1910. But the history of this land goes back even further. Buckaroos were running cattle here long before the Ellisons arrived, and luckily, many of the old traditions are still alive there today. You see it in the way the cowboys move through their day, in the gear on their horses, and in the quiet pride they carry.

Why Nevada’s Buckaroo Country Feels Different

Every ranch has something unique, but I’ll admit I’m especially drawn to those in Nevada. The Sagebrush Sea has its own kind of pull; wide open, endless, and meditative. The buckaroo style itself, the horsemanship, the gear, the rhythm of the work all feels timeless and intentional. Even just driving onto the ranch, you know you’re entering a special place.

When I visited, it was branding season, and the cowboys were camped in teepees out in the desert, hours from the nearest town. Each night, I’d fall asleep staring out at the fading light on the horizon, just the wind, the birds, and the slow color shift of the sagebrush. No noise. No phones. No traffic. It’s the kind of peace you can’t buy or download.

Mornings started early with breakfast at 4:30 a.m., and then the day unfolds just the same way it has for ages, horseback across giant swaths of pristine country. Watching these cowboys work in such a remote, beautiful place is something I’ll never take for granted.

Photographing the Spirit of the American West

Photographing working cowboys on historic ranches like the Spanish Ranch isn’t just about documenting a job, it’s about capturing a way of life that’s still deeply rooted in purpose, patience, and hard work. Every trip out to a ranch like this reminds me why I do what I do. It’s always hard to leave after spending time with great people that deserve so much respect, knowing the road home means traffic, screens, and emails stacked up like fence posts. But I carry the stillness of these places with me and I try to pass that along through the photographs.

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A roper at work on the Spanish Ranch—timing, balance, and decades of horsemanship distilled into a single loop of the rope.

Horses kicking up dust in a corral at The Spanish Ranch in Nevada

Riding through open range

Buckaroos dragging calves to the branding fire

Sunset on the Spanish Ranch

Branding morning on the Spanish Ranch: heat, dust, smoke, and the kind of teamwork that defines ranch life in Nevada’s high desert.

Pack of horses in a cloud of dust

Cowboys push a herd across the wide Nevada desert at the Spanish Ranch—one of the oldest and most storied cattle outfits in the Great Basin.

A fleeting moment from horseback on the Spanish Ranch—motion, dust, and the worn-in leather that speaks to a life spent working cattle.

Roping calves on a working cattle ranch in the American West

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The Spanish Ranch - Tuscarora, NV

Buckaroo getting into his teepee

Dust hangs in the air as a cowboy braces at the branding grounds, surrounded by the grit and rhythm of a long ranching tradition.

Cow Camp at The Spanish Ranch in Nevada

Morning light hits the branding grounds at the Spanish Ranch as cowboys and horses move in tight coordination, each role essential in the workflow of a big outfit.

Makayla Fulfer - Cowgirl

Group photo of cowboys on the Spanish Ranch

Early morning bronc ride

Cody Braucher - Cow Boss - Spanish Ranch

Cowboys working cattle on a ranch in Nevada

Western Saddle Maker

Western Saddle Maker

Inside a Working Saddle Shop

Western saddle shops are becoming harder to find, but they remain an essential part of Western culture. This post documents time spent inside the shop of master saddle maker Doug Cox and tells a story of the lifetime he’s spent creating one of a kind pieces of functional art for cowboys and collectors all over the world.

Doug Cox working at the bench inside his saddle shop, where most days are spent cutting and shaping leather by hand.

Doug Cox and the Craft of Custom Saddle Making

“If I created a really, really goddamn nice saddle, and some cowboy—or buckaroo or vaquero—rode that son of a bitch, but took care of it; if he burned the damn edge of the cantle binding off from draggin’ calves, or burnt the fork cover down with a groove where his rope ran, and he wore the flowers down to nothing, that’s a success. It ain’t the son of a bitch in mint condition that’s hanging in a barn somewhere.” That quote from Doug Cox might give you an insight to his personality, but there’s a lot more to know about the obsessed saddle maker from Grangeville, Idaho that’s still feverishly working toward better saddles 50+ years later. His stoic demeanor and unfiltered vocabulary might offer a rough first impression, but he’s sharp as a whip and two steps ahead of everyone. Despite being a world class artist, he retains no ego, is quick to laugh, and only answers your questions with honest thoughts. The kind of guy you never once doubt when he starts a sentence with “Fact is…..”. 

Born in 1950, Doug’s earliest memories formed on the steer ranch his family lived and labored on for 17 years before renting their own. “When you were old enough to work, they worked your ass off”, Doug recalls. For him that was age 7, and a typical day started in the morning, milking cows and feeding saddle horses. In the winter they fed 2,000 head of steer with grain around noon and again with hay at night. Then it was back to milking cows, feeding saddle horses, fixing equipment, supper, sleep, repeat - a typical routine for everyone Doug knew, so he never thought to complain. At 8 or 9 he was put on a horse to start moving cows around, at which point, “you passed the dogs in rank”, he joked. In high school Cox found a job nearby working for a man who raised registered quarter horses, because he didn’t get paid at home, just fed. Other jobs followed; day working for a slew of ranches in the area. He also started stamping leather belts for beer money. The first one came out of shop class. “I backed the teacher up. He couldn’t imagine anybody in high school could do something like that.” Still, all of Doug’s long waking hours were spent horseback in big country where he met a lot of “shittin’ saddle makers”, until moving south in 69’ for an Ag college in Sheridan, Wyoming that had two sports - basketball and rodeo! So began his career riding broncs and showing reining cow horses and cutting horses. More importantly though, he was hanging out at King’s Saddlery after school - drinking coffee, shootin’ the shit, and becoming a recipient of the trickle down effect. Shortly after, the fascination with school vanished, and he was once again enjoying life as a drifting cowboy. 

A drawer of hand tools collected over decades, each one tied to a specific task and way of working.

Close detail of leather being shaped by hand, a process that relies more on feel and experience than measurement.

Towards the end of 1970 his number was picked for the military where he spent 4 years as a corpsman on an Orthopedic Ward. There he received forced knowledge of anatomy and physiology. Being up close and personal with broken people day in and day out taught him about “human construction”, as he calls it. More specifically it cued his one track mind into a would be blueprint for the opposite of a shittin’ saddle. 

After the service, he wound up back in Idaho working in the logging industry, running a Cat and riding broncs on the weekend. That fall, his crew got snowed out and told to sign up for their “rocking chair money”. Never one to welcome idle time, he got the leather bug and decided to get serious, combing Burton’s Leather Craft catalogue and “ordered me a shit ton of tools”. First up were belts and women's handbags which didn’t exactly quench his thirst. Then out of nowhere, he received a call from an old rodeo friend wanting the interior of his Cadillac El Dorado stamped. His first real job! The arm rests and doors were barely finished before the owner got drunk one night and wrapped it around a telephone pole. So his big money job went out with a hangover, but business still progressed and people took notice. In 76’ the legendary saddle maker Ray Holes offered him an apprentice job, as it seemed Cox’s particular knowledge and talent was taking away customers. An incredible opportunity for Doug to learn the business from the ground up! His days were now spent repairing equipment and crafting leather into pouches for vice grip pliers, chaps, and axe scabbards that got sent all around the world. “There was no scrap. We used everything till there wasn’t any left, and turned it into money” says Cox. $2.85/hour sat just fine with him because the real payment was education, and the promise of a position building saddles after 5 years. 

He became a sponge. “You’d go home and try to do everything they did as good as they did. Some things you pick up pretty rapid, and some things I’m still working on today. Nothing is a done deal. Every day is brand new.” Aside from Holes himself, Bob Kelly was Doug’s biggest mentor up to that point. 3 years after Cox signed on at Holes’, Kelly, who built 1,326 saddles in that shop, retired. So Cox was thrown into the job simply because there wasn’t anyone else. He was forced to figure everything out on the fly. “I asked Ray Holes, what happens when you cut out a seat and stamp it, and it stretches, and you can’t get it to go?” Holes bluntly replied “you cry a lot”. By April of 81’ Cox had an Ivy League Degree in making saddles and successfully co-authored 210 riding saddles as well as 360 pack saddles.

Doug Cox works alone in his shop, surrounded by the tools and materials that shape each saddle from start to finish.

Close detail of floral leather carving, where small variations in pressure and line give each saddle its own character.

Next chapter: Montana - 3 Forks Saddlery. There, letters started coming in complimenting Cox on his seats, and the reality of his seeing his own name on the marquee began to materialize. He left 3 Forks before too long and did some ranch work for a guy in Madison Valley to earn rent money, but made it clear from day 1 that building saddles was the priority. Next came an opportunity to sell those saddles at a Western store on the four corners in Bozeman. And not much later, with 200 saddles to his sole credit, he moved into an old vet clinic building and things went gang busters. “You’re always wondering if you’re gonna starve to death when things go to shit. So I was surprised when the business kept coming”, says Cox. The Montana winter of 97’ didn’t quit. Or as he puts it, “the one that soured my ass”. That October he helped a friend sort replacement heifers and ween and ship calves. “There was 2 feet of snow and it was 21 below zero. On May 15th we still had all that snow in the yard with a whole lot more on top of it. I had enough”, Doug recalls with tangible disdain. In December of 2000 he and his wife Deb, closed on a house in Gardnerville, Nevada, where you’ll still find him today. They did all the moving themselves. Tools, leather, 10 horses, and every barn/house furnishing you can imagine. 14 hours each way. Over and over and over. That put him 3.5 years behind on orders with people calling wanting to know where their saddles were. He just kept plugging along and tinkering with better designs. Cox got very intense over the structure of his seats, asking tree makers to institute changes that would allow for necessary improvements. 911 struck a massive blow to the world, launching a political and economic roller coaster directly impacting his business. Amongst the obvious wreckage, big outfits were getting scooped up by mining companies, and kids didn’t want to cowboy anymore. Fewer cowboys equals less demand for saddles. In classic Cox fashion, he took the ride but didn’t spend too much time worrying. Instead, focusing on getting better, and really, that’s been his psychology all along. He knows the grandest peaks are always followed by a valley no matter who you are, and the only answer is to keep putting out exceptional products. “I ponder a lot of shit and wonder why the hell am I doing what I’m doing? And then you start to think back about how everything that you did taught you what you’re doing now, and that gives you the path to continue”. 

The full time saddle maker/part time philosopher has damn sure earned his loyal and diverse clientele. Everyone from the working cowboy to folks in Texas who never bother to ask the price of a custom Full Flower. His saddles have been shipped to countries like Dubai, Mongolia, Australia, and Canada, “but probably not all 50 states.” Advertising has never been a priority for Cox, trusting that his faultlessly functioning art will lead to word of mouth referrals. There’s one family in Montana that’s bought close to 20 of his saddles over the years, so imagine the conversations they’ve had with neighbors. He believes in taking care of people and appreciates unwavering loyalty. So if you’re buying a custom Cox, then chances are your package will arrive with a little something extra. That might be added stamping, a breast collar, or whatever else he feels like throwing in. After all his years in business you could count on a few fingers the number of clients he’s had trouble with, but they didn’t know what they wanted to begin with. One such customer who couldn’t tell a mare from a mule had the nerve to complain after receiving his custom Cox. So Doug spent months ripping it apart and building it back to the new abhorrent specifications. “Right before I was about to disconnect the phone in Montana, that son of a bitch called wanting to order another saddle”, he recounts with a chuckle. 

At 75 Doug is still pushing his art. After long days wrestling with leather he sits on the couch under a Bison mount, with sketchpad and pencil in a relentless attempt to crack the code on a perfect wild rose to elevate the stamping on his next saddle. When asked why, he stops, stares off for a while in contemplation, then says “it’s just my nature”. Cox wants to feel good about every final product leaving his door because he won’t sleep at night knowing you aren’t 100% satisfied, but that’s not the whole story. In the most humble way possible, with money and fame aside, he yearns to be the best. Your baseline Doug Cox saddle goes for about $4,500, and he’s happy to make that for anyone who asks, but the unconventional creator in him requires ambitious challenges. Doug has been inspired by so many of his predecessors and contemporaries over the years; Ray Holes, Jerry Holes, Billy Gardner, Don King, Merve Ringelo, and Al Stoleman to name a few. According to Doug, “Hamley’s put the best seats in saddles that ever was, but they never made anything fancy”. Visalia on the other hand, is top of the heap in his eyes because of their combination of functionality and stunning aesthetics. Visalia stopped making saddles in the 60’s, yet he still sees them on a pedestal as daily inspiration. “When you saw something you liked, you were a coyote. You just kept chasing it till you got it”, he says. That’s why he decided to make a Visalia style saddle that took up 3 years of his life. Mounting silver to the horn, gullet front, and swell caps alone took he and Ron Meuws (silversmith) three 18 hour days. Nobody asked him to build a $165,000 saddle full of silver and rose gold (currently for sale). It was purely an itch that demanded scratching. Doug genuinely cares about the art he puts into the world, regardless of whether it gets purchased or not. His cumulative life experience in and out of the saddle fuels an insatiable desire to create the perfect saddle. Of course this is a futile effort, but Cox will be the first to tell you that “insanity is cheap”. And as Bob Kelly once told him, “the day you make the perfect saddle, you’re dead”. On the other hand, if a guy like Doug doesn’t have something to shoot for, he’s as good as dead. 

A well-worn leather sewing machine continues to play a role in the daily rhythm of the saddle shop.

I pulled into Doug’s house one day as another pickup drove off in a huff. Turns out that person had come to offer $50,000 for one of his bridal horses, which he promptly turned down. Why? “Oooohh…….I think a lot more of my horses than that” he said sentimentally. Driving by you’d never know what happens in the nondescript building that turns out world class leather products, and that’s the way he likes it. Interruptions are undesirable at best. The work is all that matters. If you’re lucky enough to get in, seeing the artist at play is something to behold. He’s the only one there, but you never think twice about who the owner might be. It’s Doug’s place and they have a relationship. One complimenting the other, almost symbiotically. It’s the Western version of a one man barbershop that’s organically and unknowingly grown over time. In winter months, the wood stove holds a perpetual fire that warms the walls adorned with hunting trophies, Charlie Russell prints, photos of saddles, memorable bronc rides, head stalls, breast collars, hundreds of hand tools, and a beautiful set of long horns. Piles of the finest leather here, there, and everywhere. Archaic leather equipment foreign to anyone outside his industry. Scattered saddles in various stages of completion - some made for fun, for customers, and others just to look at. The only soundtrack is a crackling fire, his grazing horses, and whatever Mother Nature decides to muster up that day. He’s locked in to the work with no need for entertainment. His eyes never divert from the leather when reaching for tools and you get the feeling he could maneuver through the impeccably cluttered shop blindfolded and never miss a beat. If you poke around too long you’re sure to stumble on a few revolvers and Winchester repeaters, loaded of course. His shop is exactly what you’d expect of someone that has spent a life in leather. As usual, Doug is currently back ordered on saddles for clients new and old, near and far. He’s in a good place - people still want a Doug Cox saddle. He jokingly baulks with frustration about being busy, knowing full well that’s all he wants. Then goes on about a new saddle he’s cooking up. A Mother Hubbard,which was a popular style in the 1860’s, but people don’t think about them much anymore. They are absolutely hellacious to build, even for a veteran with 923 saddles to his mark. “So, why”?, I asked. Again, he looks off for a while, then says with a grin, “just because”. 

Keeping the Craft in View

This work is part of a broader effort to photograph Western makers, artists, and working traditions, including ML Leddy’s - makers of handmade cowboy boots since the 1920’s.

Leather is carved by hand at the bench, guided by experience rather than pattern alone.

Doug Cox stands inside his workshop, surrounded by the tools and materials that have defined his working life.

Related Photographs from the American West

If you’re someone who appreciates the heritage of the West — whether you’ve ridden the range or just admire it from afar — I invite you to take a look at my collection of cowboy photographs and prints. These are real working ranches, real cowboys, and real moments, captured with the same authenticity Doug brings to every saddle he makes.

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A custom saddle in progress rests on the stand, showing the hand-tooled leather that defines Doug Cox’s work.

Rows of hand tools line the walls of the shop, each shaped by years of use and familiarity.

A silver-mounted saddle combines engraved metalwork with deeply tooled leather, reflecting a long tradition of Western craftsmanship.

Road Trip Photos - USA

Photography and the Great American Road Trip

Road Trip Photo Book

It’s a good thing most people only think of Las Vegas when Nevada gets brought up. Otherwise it gets thrown into the “fly over state” category. Staying that way would be just fine. The hoards can go elsewhere and leave the untamed beauty to the rest of us that truly appreciate it. Of the states many redeeming qualities, under populated ranks very high on the list. I’d argue it has everything, but that’s an obvious bias. The biggest draw is almost endless open roads, which is why it fits so nicely for my Roadside Meditations series. One of those places that really allows your mind to wander. Beyond that, it’s got sage brush, deserts, mountains, snowboarding, fly fishing, and cattle ranches. What more does a guy need? All joking aside, Nevada is a really special place. Another one that took me a while to understand or appreciate, but now the hooks are firmly planted. Desert mornings and evenings offer a vibe you can’t find elsewhere. It’s something about the light mixed with the color palette and textures of the landscape. I’ve spent many a night sleeping in my truck in Nevada, waking up to sunrises that rival any in the country.

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Cowboy Photography - Buckaroos

Nevada Buckaroo Photos | Authentic Great Basin Cowboy Photography

Buckaroo Photography from the American West

The Great Basin is a special part of the American West, particularly as it applies to cowboy culture and the buckaroos that call it home. Among the few remaining iconic ranches still left in northern Nevada are the C-Punch Ranch in Lovelock and the Winecup Gamble Ranch in Montello. Both are jaw dropping beautiful and incomprehensibly large. The C-Punch, the biggest I’ve been to so far, is 1.8 million acres. Yeah. Try wrapping your head around that. Seeing all these properties in different parts of the country has been amazing. Each region has its own allure. Nobody ever said to pick a favorite, but there’s something about the land in northern Nevada that really does it for me. Still working on putting that into words, but it’s exceptional, to say the least and took a few years to truly understand. At first, places that big, open, and seemingly void of life are difficult to grasp. Then something clicks and you can’t get enough of it. The muted colors, textures, and vibes of the Sage Brush Sea are intoxicating.

Nevada Buckaroos and Great Basin Ranch Culture

A Nevada buckaroo is not a costume or a posture. It is a way of working that developed in wide country where distance matters and horses are tools, not accessories. The Great Basin shaped this culture the way weather shapes a face—slowly, without asking permission. These photographs were made in that context, among people whose days are structured around stock, seasons, and the quiet competence required to make both endure.

The buckaroo tradition in Nevada carries deep vaquero roots, visible in gear, horsemanship, and the small details that separate function from style. While every worn saddle mark, coil of rope, and dirty Garcia bit does a job it has already done many times, make no mistake, buckaroo gear has a style all it’s own. A style that’s worm with immense pride, not just because it’s part of their very identity, but also because they know it’s the visual element that separates them from cowboys in every other region of the West.

Photographing Working Buckaroos in Nevada

Photographing buckaroos is less about chasing moments and more about staying put long enough for the work to reveal itself. The rhythm is slow, punctuated by long stretches of waiting and brief intervals where everything happens at once. These images come from time spent standing off to the side, watching cattle move, horses settle, and men do what they’ve always done without commentary.

There is no staging here. The photographs are made in real working conditions, often dictated by weather, dust, and the simple fact that ranch work does not stop for a camera. That constraint is part of the appeal. It keeps the photographs honest and the subjects unbothered.

Nevada Buckaroos Within the American West

Within the larger story of cowboy culture, Nevada buckaroos occupy a particular corner—one defined by style, scale, isolation, and continuity. This body of work fits within a broader project photographing working cowboys across the American West, but these images belong specifically to the Great Basin and the people who know it well.

Taken together, the photographs function less as individual moments and more as a quiet record of a way of life that persists without announcement. They are not meant to explain or romanticize the work, only to show it as it appears when you spend enough time around it. I am forever grateful that these these buckaroos have allowed me to spend time with them.

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American Photography

Photographing America - The Open Road

Road Trip Photography Prints - Americana

A new batch of American photographs from the last couple road trips around the country. This series has gotten increasingly overwhelming from an archive perspective. It’s probably the largest series to date, but also the one I’ve done the least with. And by “least”, I mean nothing. So to look at it as a whole feels like a monumental tasks to make sense of for a book or any other publication. Guess it’s time to turn things over to a professional??!!

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Griswold, Iowa

American Road Trip

Every year you hear the same story on the news - people left stranded in airport after thousands of canceled flights. Same thing. Every year. This December (2022) marks 10 years that I’ve been driving from San Diego to New York to do some shooting and see family for the holidays. It’s also the first December in a decade without Mojo, so I pulled an audible to the normal cross country drive, instead trying to focus time and effort on the cowboy project. The plan was drive to a couple ranches in northern Nevada for several days of shooting on each. Afterward leave my truck at the Salt Lake City airport and fly home to Albany from there. Plans don’t always work out. After rushing to the airport I walked right through security with a knife and a lighter. Didn’t plan on having them with me, it just worked out like that. My flight had several delays as did Emily’s. She was supposed to land in Albany 5 hours prior to me. I finally made it there at 5am, while she had been rerouted. Which meant taking my mothers car, driving to Boston to pick her up, then back to Albany for Christmas Eve at my Aunt’s house. Then up to Lake George for 3 days at my sisters. Those 3 days were fantastic. Then on Tuesday I woke up to a text saying my Thursday flight was already canceled. Phone calls to Southwest resulted in a busy signal or that annoying ring from yesteryear that happened when the number you called was no longer in service. An internet search revealed the next available flight wasn’t until January 2nd. Who knows if that would actually happen though? So I rented a car and started the next morning on a drive back to Salt Lake City where my truck was waiting. Honda Accords with summer tires are no fun to drive in the winter, especially when the weather reports are filled with storm warnings. Slowly, it did the trick. Meaning it got from A to B, but not much else. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time during the ride to do much shooting, but I still managed to squeeze in a few early morning frames of southern Iowa.

The ride through Wyoming on the 80 was par for winter in Wyoming on the 80 - a windy/snowy mess. Thankfully it remained uneventful. After picking up my truck in SLC, I started the drive south through 3+ hours of rain. At some point of tiredness I pulled off into a truck stop and slept in the back of the truck. Tried anyway. The days coffee intake was far too high for any real sleep. Around 2:30 am I was back on the road, pulling off again for a nap around 5 am just south of Vegas. Waking up from the nap was a pleasure. That hour or so before the sun actually rises is really special in the desert. From about 7am to 9am I was shooting almost non-stop. Everything just seemed photographable in that beautiful light. Really though it’s the lack of light that makes it particularly desirable, in my opinion. Low ambient light through the cloud cover without any harsh direct sunshine is premo. The side road took me to a part of Nevada I’d never been before, into a place that seemed completely disconnected from the rest of the world, despite only being 25 minutes from the highway. From there is was back into the mess that always is southern California traffic.

There were two lessons learned over those couple weeks of travel. 1) I’m an idiot for not driving the whole way. 2) the pictures will always come if you’re patient. The first day of driving 15 hours straight from Albany to a hotel in Iowa was frustrating. I hate burning country without making images, but there was a deadline to meet, so I didn’t have much of a choice. That next morning the weather was interesting, so I hopped off the 90 for an hour and managed to make images I’m quite happy with. The itch was scratched. Still though, it would be wildly disappointing to drive from coast to coast only making a few images in a small section of one state. It worked out though. The incorrect amount of coffee led to a sleepless night that put me in exactly the right place/right time. Situations like this have happened many times over the years on road trips, international vacations, etc. So the lessons have slowly changed the way I go about finding images. 10+ years ago I couldn’t sit still until images were in the can. Now, I’m learning to let them come.

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American Road Trip

It seems like every road trip has its own personality filled with unique findings and activities. Of course photography is always the main focus of these trips, but there are also auxiliary goals that I try to squeeze in as well. Ranching, fly fishing, friends, and hunting are just a few of the things that happened in the squiggly red lines on the map. So far it seems like the results are good in the photography category and a hell of a lot of good times were had along the way. Excited to share more the miles soon.

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American Road Trip

Western Road Trip Photography

American West Road Trip Photography

The American road has a way of pulling you back. Long stretches of highway through Nevada and Utah feel endless, but in that repetition there’s a rhythm. Old motels with fading neon, empty casinos standing against the desert sun, and roads that cut straight through the silence — these are the kinds of places I stop for. Photographing them isn’t about chasing a postcard view; it’s about capturing the way travel really feels out here. The grit, the solitude, and the strange beauty of what’s left behind. Many of these kinds of photographs found their way into my book Roadside Meditations, a collection built from years behind the wheel documenting the overlooked corners of America.

Why the Open Road Keeps Calling
There’s something about the freedom of the highway that never wears off. It doesn’t matter how many miles I’ve logged — each trip feels new. With every mile marker comes the possibility of something unexpected: a forgotten town, a roadside diner, or a stretch of desert that feels infinite.

Nevada’s Overlooked Beauty in Photographs
Nevada isn’t just casinos and flashing lights. Once you get off the interstate, the state opens up into a landscape of wide valleys, mountains in the distance, and towns that feel frozen in time. Photographing here means noticing the quiet — the old gas stations, fading billboards, and roads that seem to go on forever.

Utah Road Trip Photography and Timeless Highways
Utah is a different kind of dramatic. The land rises and folds into formations that feel older than time, and the towns tucked between them hold their own stories. Photographing here means chasing light across red rock, watching storms roll over plateaus, and pulling over just to breathe in the silence.

From the Road to the Book: Roadside Meditations
This series of photographs is part of a larger body of work I’ve been building for years — a meditation on the American road. Many images similar to these live in my book Roadside Meditations, which gathers together the motels, highways, small towns, and wide-open spaces that define what it feels like to drive across America. It’s less about where you’re going and more about what you see along the way.

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Desert road in Goodsprings, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography

Winnemucca, Nevada

A beautiful stretch of road going into Capital Reef National Park in Utah

Photograph of the Fallon Nugget casino in Fallon, Nevada

A view down Winnemucca Blvd in Winnemucca, Nevada

Photograph of a church in Winnemucca, Nevada

Photograph of U.S. Highway 15 going through a beautiful section of Utah

The Peacock Lounge in Carlin, Nevada

Photograph of dust blowing over a dirt road in a remote part of Nevada

The Peacock Lounge in Carlin, Nevada

Roads in a desert section of Nevada

Fields of solar panels in Nevada

Interior photograph of a classic American motel.

The view outside Capital Reef National Park, Utah

The commercial casino in Elko, Nevada

Photograph of a train going through a remote area of desert in Nevada

A beautiful sunset in Nevada

Cowboy Culture Photography

Cattle Branding - Cowboy Photography

There’s nothing staged about the kind of cowboy photographs I make. No hired models in brand-new hats. No one pretending to ride for the brand. Just real people doing real work day in and day out, in weather that doesn’t care if you’ve got a camera slung over your shoulder.

For the past 5 years I’ve been photographing working cowboys on ranches across the American West. Not for the sake of nostalgia or myth-making, but because this way of life still exists, and it’s worth documenting. It’s early mornings, long days, sore horses, busted hands, and wind that doesn’t quit. It’s also pride, precision, and an unspoken connection between the people, the animals, and the land.

Most of the time, I’m just trying to stay out of the way. The goal isn’t to direct or interrupt—it’s to be quiet, to watch, and to make images that feel true. The kind that a cowboy can look at and say, “Yeah, that’s how it really is.”

These photographs aren’t just about cowboy hats and boots (though those are in there too). They’re about culture. About people whose lives are shaped by purpose, place, and tradition. And if you spend enough time around it, you realize it’s not just a job. It’s a commitment. A way of seeing the world.

If you're interested in cowboy culture—not the romanticized version, but the actual, hard-earned life behind it, this collection of photographs is for you. No frills, no filters. Just the truth of the West, one frame at a time.

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Photograph of a cowgirl sitting in her horse in beautiful morning light on a Nevada cattle ranch

Cowboys sorting cattle in early morning light in Smith Valley, Nevada

A young girl looks at horses tied to a trailer in early morning light on a cattle ranch

Photograph of buckaroos working cattle on a Nevada ranch

Black and white photograph of cowboys roping cattle on a ranch in Nevada

A cowgirl riding her horse through sage brush on a ranch in Smith Valley, Nevada.

A home made roping dummy on a bail of hay on a ranch in Nevada

Photograph of a calf running after being roped around the head

Photograph of a cowboy covered in smoke while branding cattle

Photograph of a cowboy covered in smoke while branding cattle

Cow testicles in a bucket after a cattle branding on a ranch in Nevada.

Black and white photograph of a cowboy laughing will sitting on his horse tied off during branding on a cattle ranch

Close-up photograph of a cowboys rope going aroud the heel of a running calf

Color photograph of cowboys branding cattle in a pen made with trucks and horse trailers

Blood covered cowboy chaps

Black and white photo of a Nevada cowboy in dramatic light

American Photography

Some frames from the last road trip up to Idaho and back. Seems like I’m always saying “______ is my new favorite place” and I can’t help that because I love this country so much. For now though, Nevada is becoming that new favorite place.

Looking at this set of images is interesting because they all fit into the different major ongoing series that have taken shape over the last few years. “American” , “Hotels” , “Barbershops of America”, and the latest “Roadside Meditations” which comes out in June. Only one missing is “American Backcourts”. None of these images were intentional. I didn’t set out with the thought to add to those series, it just happens. Grateful for that.

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Mountain Home, Idaho

Carlin, Nevada

Carlin, Nevada

Mountain Home, Idaho

Carlin, Nevada

Elko, Nevada

Mountain Home, Idaho

Jackpot, Nevada

Eureka, Nevada

Eureka, Nevada

Cowboy Photographs

Cowboy Photography - Prints - American West Wall Art

Western Photos - Cowboy Culture

Had a conversation with a buddy the other day about hunting/fishing which came after a very unproductive outing that certainly wasn’t from a lack of effort. When you put time into either of those sports it can be frustrating to get skunked. Frustrating isn’t a strong enough word actually. My most recent trip was a few weeks ago on the lower Owens River outside of Bishop, CA. Felt like I was doing everything right but results said the opposite. The fish were rising and eating bugs off the top. Every bug that is, besides mine. Kept changing flies, moving locations, water depth, yada yada yada. Not so much as a nibble. Later in the day I ran across a lady about 75 years old who had just pulled in a nice brown trout and quickly mentioned that it was her first time ever fly fishing. Ok, I thought, this place is going to be a Hand Out. Hour and a half later, not a damn thing. So I sat on the tailgate drinking a beer at sunset staring at the pastel sky saying out loud “I fuckin hate fly fishing” to absolutely no one. Which obviously isn’t true, but my ego was damaged and I was tired. And when you’ve been fishing for any amount of time, you realize that’s just how it goes sometimes. Back to that conversation. We talked about how boring it would be if you went out every day and netted 20 monster trout. Or were guaranteed to hit your limit of ducks, deer, elk, whatever it is you’re after. No, that would suck. That is not a sport. Where is the fun in that? There is none.

It’s probably a stretch to make a comparison, but that’s the way I feel about morning light. Later afternoon light for that matter too. It’s so good that you want to hit the pause button on the sun to make it stay in that position, barely peaking over the horizon. Crisp. Golden. Tasty. Then you realize a lot of the appeal is due to it’s fleeting nature. Morning/evening shots wouldn’t be as desirable if you could make them all day. It’s fun to dream though. Out on a ranch, mornings are special. Really special. You’re lucky to get a couple good frames in before that light is gone. And that is one of the many factors that what will keep me going back again and again and again.

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ROAD TRIP

Hopefully I’m wrong but this is probably the last road trip of the winter. If that’s the case, I’m thankful it was so productive. Started with some personal shooting, then a commercial shoot in Nevada, more personal shooting, and then some incredible snowboarding with friends in the San Juan’s. Really grateful for all of it, but also hate saying goodbye to winter. It’s never long enough. Or maybe I’m just greedy?

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FINE ART HORSE PHOTOGRAPHY

Was up in the Lake Tahoe area a few weeks ago for a commercial shoot and happened on some incredible weather going over the pass into Nevada on the way to our location. No matter where I go for a client, setting aside time to shoot for myself is always very important. On this particular day there were just a few spare minutes before we started filming, but I made the most of it. This scene was actually adjacent to the set. Not sure when it happened, but I’ve got a thing for horses, and have started turning my camera toward them more and more. Got quite lucky with the birds flying overhead but love the way this frame turned out. If it weren’t for them this frame would be lacking.

American Photographs

American Photography - Nevada - Utah - Idaho

Finally getting caught up from last months road trip. These images are from the portion I did solo before Emily and Mojo met me in San Francisco after a commercial shoot. This section was fun, as all road trips are, but fu*#!ng hot. The first day driving up the western border of Nevada my trucks thermometer read 117 degrees. That’s just not the kind of weather humans are supposed to live in. And quite frankly, it takes all the damn fun out of being there. You know it’s bad when the heat smacks you in the face the second you turn the air condition off. Like the AC is just doing it’s best to hold the heat at bay, but it’s a losing battle. Aside from all that, I really enjoyed seeing new parts of Nevada. It’s a very interesting state, that most take for granted as one enormous desert that holds Las Vegas in it somewhere. Would like to spend more time there once the temperature drops, otherwise it’s just not feasible to shoot outdoors for more than a few minutes. Maybe that’s just me? Suppose other people can handle it better than I can??!! Getting up into Idaho it was more like 100-108, which felt like a vacation from 117. Then on into Wyoming where the weather was just right up in the Tetons. Met some friends there are did some fly fishing/backpacking. More on that later.

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Fallon, Nevada

Street scene in Fallon, Nevada.

Beatty, Nevada

A high school football field sits in front of desert mountains in Beatty, Nevada.

Fallon, Nevada

Pastel colors on an old building in Sparks, Nevada.

Bonneville, Utah

Bonneville Salt Flats - Utah

Sparks, Nevada

Empty casino parking lot in Sparks, Nevada.

Fallon, Nevada

Fallon Nugget Casino - Fallon, Nevada

Fallon, Nevada

Headquarters Bar & Casino - Fallon, Nevada.

Arco, Idaho

Exterior details of Club Sawtooth in Arco, Idaho.

Arco, Idaho

Club Sawtooth in Fallon, Nevada.

Idaho

Rosie’s Bar - Idaho

Idaho

Fine art street scene in rural Idaho.

Idaho

Fine art street scene in rural Idaho.

Idaho

Fine art photograph made in rural Idaho

American Motels

American Motels - Road Trip Photography

Apparently my fascination with small town motels continues? Not sure what that is. Perhaps it’s because I’ve stayed in so many during all my time on the road, but they fit nicely into my America series either way.

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Wyoming

Red Cliff Motel in LaBarge, Wyoming.

Idaho

Sign for a motel in a small Idaho town.

Wyoming

Vacant hotel in Diamondville, Wyoming.

Nevada

Vacant hotel in Sparks, Nevada.

Nevada

An old tube television set sits outside of an abandoned hotel in Beatty, Nevada.

Wyoming

The Western Motel in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

Nevada

An empty pool at a small hotel in Sparks, Nevada.