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.

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Fine Art Prints & Licensing

Images from the C-Punch Ranch are available as fine art prints.
Licensing is also available for editorial, commercial, and documentary projects.

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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.

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Black-and-white clouds and contrails over mountain peaks near the C-Punch Ranch.

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

Cowboy saddling his horse inside a barn at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada, preparing for winter ranch work

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

Experienced cowboy standing beside the cattle chutes at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada on a cold winter morning.

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

Cowboy on horseback swinging a rope during cattle work at the C-Punch Ranch in 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.

Miniature metal roping dummy with a small rope draped over it inside the C-Punch Ranch bunkhouse.

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

Cowboy on horseback driving cattle in front of mountain range and dramatic clouds in Nevada.

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

Close-up of a cowboy’s hand gripping chinks during branding at the C-Punch Ranch.

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

Cowboy riding alone at dawn with mountain silhouette in the background at the C-Punch Ranch.

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

Cowboy riding through a tight herd of cattle at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada during winter sorting.

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.

Distant cowboy on horseback riding across a sunlit hillside in the Great Basin near 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.

Wide view of the high desert and distant mountains near the C-Punch Ranch in northern Nevada

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.

Cowboy riding a horse through the wooden corrals at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada on a winter morning.

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

Black-and-white photo of an anvil and ropes on the ground at the C-Punch Ranch.

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

Cowboy riding a horse inside the round pen at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada with winter mountains in the background.

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.

Winter fog covering the Great Basin landscape with the peaks of the Ruby Mountains rising above the clouds.

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.

Cow skull and Western painting hanging on a wood-paneled wall inside the C-Punch Ranch bunkhouse.

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.

Experienced cowboy standing beside the cattle chutes at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada on a cold winter morning.

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

Cowboy riding along the fence line near the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada with winter sagebrush and mountains.

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

Shaggy ranch dog eating scraps beside a horse trailer at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada

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

Two cowboys on horseback at the C-Punch Ranch with snow-covered Nevada mountains in the background.

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

Long dirt road stretching across the Great Basin near the C-Punch Ranch with distant mountains.

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.

Cowboy climbing the outside of a livestock trailer at the C-Punch Ranch in Nevada.

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.

Traditional Western Saddle Making: Cowboy Gear and Fine Art Photography

Inside the Workshop of a True Western Craftsman

Custom Western Saddles

“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. 

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.

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. 

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”. 

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 photography 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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Black and white photograph of a beautiful custom Western saddle with a rifle and scabbard

Western saddle with lariat, rifle, and scabbard

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Custom Western saddle maker in Nevada

Photograph of the tools of a master saddle maker

The tools needed to make custom Western saddles

Photograph of a master saddle maker in his workshop

Doug Cox at work on a custom Western saddle

Photograph of the intricate details on a custom Western saddle by Doug Cox

Intricate leather stamping on a custom Western saddle

A western saddle maker using a sewing machine

Sewing leather for a custom saddle

Shaving leather for a custom Western Saddle

Doug Cox creating a Western Saddle at his workshop in Nevada

Portrait of a Western Saddle Maker
Photograph of a custom silver saddle

Custom silver saddle

Detail photograph of a master leather worker making a Western Saddle

Leather work on a custom saddle

Photograph of a Western saddle being made

Details of a Western saddle being made at a workshop in Nevada

Photograph of the tools in a Western saddle makers workshop

Cattle Ranching in Carson Valley, Nevada

Carson Valley, Nevada Cowboy Photography

This whole cowboy project “officially” started 3+ years ago through a series of random events that landed me at a bull sale in Gardnerville, Nevada. There I met Spencer Anderson of the Anderson Cattle Co. We wound up chatting, and after explaining to him what I was trying to do, he invited me to his cattle branding that would take place a few months down the road. At the time, I was as green as can be, so the whole thing was an eye opening experience to say the least. A look into the Western world that I’d been searching for. Spencer and his wife Jessica were the first people to let me IN - a debt I can never repay. They are first generation cattle ranchers with leases in Carson Valley, Nevada and Chico, California. I was immediately struck by not only their kindness, but their passion for the business and lifestyle. It was contagious. Over the years we’ve developed a friendship that I’m extremely grateful for, which came full circle when they asked me to produce some work for them, and later trusted me to tell their story in Working Ranch Magazine. They are as real as it gets, being very open about their struggles getting to where they are today - an incredibly refreshing contrast to the bullshit personas the rest of the world portrays on Instagram. Stories like theirs need to be told because it can inspire other people to follow their dreams in the same way.

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Cattle ranching in Carson Valley, Nevada

Anderson Cattle Co - Carson Valley, Nevada

Ranch direct beef in Carson Valley, Nevada

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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Desert road near Goodsprings Nevada - American Road Trip Photography - Rob Hammer

Goodsprings, Nevada - Road Trip Photography

Desert road near Goodsprings, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography

Goodsprings, Nevada - American Road Trip

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Jean, Nevada - Road Trip Photography

Hawthorne, Nevada Photo - American Road Trip

Hawthorne, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography

Sandy Valley, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography

Sandy Valley, Nevada - Travel Photography - America

Sandy Valley, Nevada - Road Trip- American

Sandy Valley, Nevada - Road Trip Photo Book

Walker Lake, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography

Walker Lake, Nevada - American Photography

Hawthorne, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography - Rob Hammer

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Gardnerville, Nevada Carson Valley Photo

Carson Valley, Nevada - American Photography

Cowboy Photography - Buckaroos

The Great Basin Buckaroo

Cowboy Photography - American West - Prints

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.

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Photograph of a cowboy working cattle on the C-Punch Ranch - Nevada

Cowboys roping cattle on the C-Punch Ranch in Lovelock, Nevada

C-Punch Ranch

Winecup Gamble Ranch - Montello, Nevada

Winecup Gamble Ranch - Montello, Nevada

Photograph of a buckaroo catching horses

Photograph of Great Basin Buckaroos branding cattle

Buckaroos branding cattle in Nevada

Cowboys working on the Winecup Gamble Ranch in Montello, Nevada

Black and white photograph of cowboys on the Winecup Gamble Ranch

Cowboy moving cattle on the Winecup Gamble Ranch

A cowboy working on the C-Punch Ranch in Lovelock, Nevada

C-Punch Ranch

Cowboys working colts in a round pen on the C-Punch Ranch in Lovelock, Nevada

C-Punch Ranch - Cowboys working horses in a round pen

A cowboy on the C-Punch Ranch in Lovelock, Nevada

C-Punch Ranch

American West Cowboys

Trapper Rogers - Winecup Gamble Ranch - Montello, Nevada

Portrait of Trapper Rodgers

A cowboy lets his horse drink water after branding on the C-Punch Ranch in Lovelock, Nevada

C-Punch Ranch - a cowboy waters his horse

A cowboy pets his cattle dog after a day of work on the C-Punch Ranch in Lovelock, Nevada

C-Punch Ranch

Photograph of a cowboy riding his horse through a huge pasture on the C-Punch Ranch - Lovelock, Nevada

A cowboy riding his horse on the C-Punch Ranch in northern Nevada

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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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El Capitan Casino in Hawthorne, Nevada - Photo

Hawthorne, Nevada

Photo of the Honolulu Club bar in Yucca, Arizona - vintage sign.

Honolulu Club - Yucca, Arizona

McDonald's billboard and other signs in the desert landscape outside Tuba City, Arizona - Photo

Tuba City, Arizona

A small town graveyard with wind turbines in the background in southern Iowa

Southern Iowa

A Little League baseball field in the small farm town of Griswold, Iowa

Griswold, Iowa

Photo of a broken down truck in front of a factory in Big Island, Virginia

Big Island, Virginia

A baseball field in front of farm silos in Mountain Home, Idaho - Photo - Rob Hammer

Mountain Home, Idaho

Hillsboro, Ohio

Hillsboro, Illinois

Photo of a palm tree, power lines, and clouds in the California desert

California Desert

Vintage Whiting Bros sign in the small town of Yucca, Arizona

Whiting Bros - Yucca, Arizona

Photo of an old theater in Hawthorne, Nevada

Old movie theater - Hawthorne, Nevada

The Lovelock Speedway in Lovelock, Nevada - Photo

Lovelock Speedway - Lovelock, Nevada

Interior of an old shoe shop in Texarkana, Texas - photo

Shoe shop - Texarkana

An empty pool in a small town neighborhood near Griswold, Iowa

Griswold, Iowa

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.

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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Traditional Barbershops

Small Town Barbershops

Photographs of American Culture

Hard to believe this project has been going on for 10 years now. You’d think after publishing a couple books on the subject, the desire to photograph barbershops would go away. Apparently not. What a journey it’s been and continues to be. Here are a few made over the past 6 months or so. The first shot of the Commercial Barbershop in Elko is actually a shop I photographed 8 or 9 years ago when it was in full swing. Unfortunately, it is no more. Sad, but that is exactly why I started this project.

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Cowboy Culture Photography

Cattle Branding - Cowboy Photography - American West

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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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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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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Bull Sale - Nevada

Bull Auction - Western Photos - Nevada - Bull Sale

Cattle Ranching - Culture - Photography

Been spending a lot of time up in Nevada outside of Lake Tahoe for a commercial client, but it’s grown into a lot more than that. I really enjoy the country up there and have taken to photographing various aspects of it. Not the land so much, but everything that goes along with it. The ranches, horses, people. etc. One morning I was shooting with a girl who owned a couple wild mustangs (will be posting those images soon). We finished shooting by about 9 am, so I had the rest of the day to kill, with the commercial shoot following the next day. Was pretty beat from not sleeping much the night before, so I pulled off into the local firehouse parking lot to make a tailgate sandwich. That’s where the day took a turn. Two guys in a truck rolled up and asked if I knew where the bull auction was. We talked for a minute or two, and next thing you know I was at the bull auction. Figured why the hell not? It’s a world completely foreign to me, so why not check it out. I have no plans on buying a bull, but it sure sounded like a fun event to photograph.

If I haven’t said this before, the camera is a passport. One of the many things I love about photography. It’s opened doors and taken me to places I never would have thought about. And the older I get, the more curious I become about interacting with and documenting other people and other cultures that are the opposite of my own. It’s so much fun to learn how other people live in different parts of the world. Sure, this part of Nevada is only 8 hours away from my home in San Diego, but it’s a different world. I used to be obsessed with the need to travel to far off countries in order to experience other cultures. Exotic travel is great, but there is so much culture right here in America that can easily be taken for granted.

I loved being a silent witness at the bull auction right from the start. The people were so inviting when I introduced myself and told them what I was doing. Everything about the event was stimulating. The sights, sounds, and smells. I’m from a small town in Upstate New York, and prefer to spend as much time as possible in the country/mountains, but have never seen anything like this in person. Hope to be showing you a lot more of this in the future.

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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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American Backcourts

This most recent road trip was very productive. More so in America and fly fishing departments, but nonetheless, I was still able to sniff out a hoop or two that I’m happy with. If there is anything difficult about this project, it’s that the bar continues to rise. Making it harder and harder to find unique scenarios that I’ve not seen before. This shot below has a “feel” to it. Without seeing any of the surroundings, you’re able to get an idea of where it was made. Nevada, as it were. A state I’m becoming quite fond of. Although, this time of year it’s hell on earth. I’ve been quietly putting in a lot of time on the Hoops Project. If COVID has produced anything positive, it’s the free time to look more closely at what’s important. And for me, personal projects are right at the top of the list. This one has been going on for 8+ years now. So a book is well overdue….

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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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