Photographing Wyoming: Cowboys, Ranches & the Open Road

Wyoming Photography: Cowboys, Ranches, Small Towns & the American West

Weathered wooden ranch corrals with Wyoming mountains in the distance

Weathered wooden corrals sit against the mountains in the distance.

I've spent a lot of time driving through Wyoming over the years, usually with somewhere specific to be and enough time built into the trip to stop when something catches my attention. And in Wyoming, that happens a lot.

Most photography of Wyoming understandably focuses on the obvious places. Yellowstone, wildlife, etc etc. All of which deserve the attention they get. But that's never really been what keeps me coming back with a camera.

I'm more interested in the Wyoming between those places.

The working ranches. Cowboys. Small towns. Rodeos. Bars. Old motels. Empty highways. People going about their lives. And all the strange, quiet things you find after enough hours on the road.

Over the years, those photographs have become part of several long-term bodies of work documenting the American West. Taken together, they tell a story about Wyoming that has less to do with its famous scenery and more to do with what it feels like to spend time there.

Worn cowboy boots resting on a workbench inside an old Western building

Worn cowboy boots sit among the tools and debris in a burned out building.

Photographing Wyoming Beyond The Instagram Hot Spots

There probably isn't another state in America as visually associated with the West as Wyoming. It's hard to separate the place from the mythology surrounding it.

The landscape certainly has something to do with that. Everything feels bigger. Towns are separated by enormous stretches of nothing. Weather can change quickly. Mountains appear on the horizon and stay there for hours.

But the longer I've photographed Wyoming, the more interested I've become in the evidence of people living inside that landscape.

A faded motel sign. An old truck parked outside a bar. A gas station in the middle of nowhere. Horses standing behind a fence. A main street that looks like it hasn't changed much in 40 years.

None of those things are unique to Wyoming on their own. Together, though, they start to describe the place in a way that another photograph of the Tetons can't.

That's the Wyoming I keep looking for.

Weathered green vintage car parked beside an old Wyoming building

An old car parked beside a dilapidated building adds another detail along the road.

Man sitting in a pickup truck with an American flag on a Wyoming street

A man holding a gun sits in his truck with a Trump flag hanging off the tailgate.

Old motel beside a Wyoming road with rocky cliffs behind it

The old motel sits beside the road with rocky cliffs behind it.

Package liquor storefront with Bud Light sign in a Wyoming town

Old signs and storefronts are part of the small-town landscape.

Wyoming Cowboy Photography

For the past several years, a significant part of my work has focused on working cowboys and ranches throughout the American West.

There's an enormous difference between photographing the idea of a cowboy and photographing someone who actually makes a living horseback.

The work isn't performed for the camera. Cattle need to be gathered and moved. Calves need to be branded. Fences need fixing. Horses need to be saddled. The weather doesn't care that you're trying to make photographs.

That's precisely what makes it interesting.

When I'm photographing cowboys in Wyoming, I'm not interested in manufacturing some romantic version of the West that doesn't exist. I'm interested in the things that happen naturally when people are doing work they've spent their lives learning how to do.

A rider disappearing into a cloud of dust. The way a horse and cowboy move together while sorting cattle. Frozen hands early in the morning. Long stretches where nothing particularly dramatic happens, followed by thirty seconds when everything happens at once.

Those moments are what have kept me working on this project year after year.

They also serve as a reminder that the American cowboy isn't simply a historical character. Ranching culture is still very much alive in Wyoming.

Weathered wooden cattle corrals on a working ranch in Wyoming

Weathered cattle corrals sit below the rolling hills on a working ranch in Wyoming.

Close view of a cowboy's horse wearing a worn Western bridle

First light illuminates a horses face on a working cattle ranch.

Cowboy on horseback moving cattle across a Wyoming ranch

Working cattle brings the cowboy, horses, and land into the same frame.

Photographing Working Ranches in Wyoming

Access is everything when photographing ranches.

You can't understand much about a place by showing up for twenty minutes, making a few photographs and leaving. The pictures get better when people stop paying attention to the camera.

That takes time.

Over the years I've been fortunate to spend time on working ranches throughout the West, documenting cattle drives, brandings, roundups and the everyday work that happens between those bigger events.

Some of my favorite photographs aren't necessarily of cowboys at all.

They're the details surrounding the work. Saddles worn smooth from years of use. A pair of gloves sitting on a fence post. Steam coming off a horse on a cold morning. Trucks covered in dirt. Dogs waiting for something to happen. People standing around talking after the work is finished.

Those details say as much about ranching as the dramatic moments do.

The landscape is always present too. In Wyoming, it's impossible for it not to be. Ranching happens at a scale that can make a rider on horseback look insignificant against the country surrounding them.

That relationship between people, animals and land is a large part of what I'm trying to photograph.

Cowboy on horseback moving cattle across a Wyoming ranch

Horse and rider move through the pasture as cattle gather nearby.

Portrait of a cowboy wearing a hat and bandana

Cowboy portrait inside a working ranch workshop.

Small Town Wyoming

Long before I started seriously photographing cowboys, I was photographing the American road.

For years I've driven around the country making photographs of places and objects that aren't typically considered important enough to photograph. Motels. Diners. signs. Abandoned buildings. Old cars. Storefronts. Bars. Basketball hoops. And whatever else makes me pull over.

Wyoming is particularly good for that kind of wandering.

There are towns where the main street seems disproportionately wide for the number of people living there. Bars that might be the only place open for miles. Old motels hanging on beside highways that travelers now pass through without stopping.

Some places are changing quickly. Others feel like they exist in their own time zone.

That's what interests me.

Road trips are usually organized around destinations, but photography has taught me that the spaces between those destinations are often more interesting.

Wyoming has a lot of space between destinations.

And I've learned not to hurry through it.

Weathered brick building with an old clock and boarded window in Wyoming

Old clocks, weathered brick, and worn storefronts are part of the small-town landscape.

White church and quiet main street in a small Wyoming town

Small-town streets like this make it easy to slow down and look around.

Wyoming small town street with storefronts and mountains in the distance

Wyoming's main streets often run straight toward the mountains, with businesses and storefronts along the road.

Small Wyoming town with homes and a mountain rising behind them

The mountains rise behind the houses and streets of town.

Portrait of a man standing inside a Western workshop in Wyoming

Light from the window adds detail to the portrait.

Books tools and supplies on shelves inside a Wyoming ranch workshop

Books, tools, and supplies fill the shelves and workbench of the shop.

Man working on a rifle at a cluttered workbench in a Wyoming shop

A man works on a rifle at the crowded workbench.

Saddles and Western ranch gear inside a Wyoming ranch building

Saddles and ranch gear fill the interior of the building.

Rodeo Culture in Dubois, Wyoming

Dubois is a small town in western Wyoming with a population of roughly a thousand people. During the summer, Friday nights mean rodeo.

I went there expecting to photograph the rodeo and came away much more interested in everything surrounding it.

Of course there were cowboys, horses, broncs and bulls. But there were also kids running around behind the chutes, families sitting in the stands, competitors talking before their events and all the little interactions happening away from the arena.

Afterward, a lot of the same people ended up at the local bar.

That's where the story became more interesting to me.

Cowboys who had been competing a few hours earlier were drinking, talking and dancing. Rodeo spectators mixed with locals. The distinction between the event and everyday life disappeared.

Those photographs became less about rodeo and more about a small Western community.

That's generally where I want the camera to be.

Cowboy on horseback carrying an American flag at a Wyoming rodeo

A cowboy carries an American flag through the rodeo arena.

Cowboys and spectators gathered at a Wyoming rodeo in the evening

Cowboys and spectators gather around the rodeo as the evening gets underway.

Cowboy riding a horse at a Wyoming rodeo in low light

Horse and rider move through the arena in a blur of motion.

Crowded Western bar at night in a Wyoming town after a rodeo

The night continues at the local bar after the rodeo.

Cowboys and spectators gathered inside a Wyoming bar after a rodeo

Rodeo competitors and spectators mix together inside the bar after the events.

Rodeo participant in Western clothing walking through a Wyoming bar

The rodeo continues into the evening at the local bar.

Wyoming Road Trip Photography

Driving is an enormous part of making this work.

There isn't really another way around it.

Wyoming rewards that kind of travel because the distances force you to slow down. You can drive for hours through country that initially appears empty before realizing how much is actually there.

Weather systems move across the horizon. Light changes constantly. Pronghorn appear beside the highway. Towns come and go in a few minutes.

Then there's all the human stuff.

Hand-painted signs. Old bars. Gas stations. Churches. Trucks. Motels. Ranch entrances. Buildings whose original purpose isn't immediately obvious.

I've missed plenty of photographs because I told myself I'd stop on the way back.

I've learned not to do that anymore.

If something makes me look twice, I turn around.

Sometimes it turns into a photograph. Most of the time it doesn't. That's part of the process.

There isn't a checklist for this kind of Wyoming road trip photography. I'm not driving from one famous overlook to another trying to reproduce photographs I've already seen.

The whole point is not knowing what I'm looking for until I see it.

Dirt road winding through sagebrush and open Wyoming countryside

The dirt road cuts through the open country and sagebrush.

Golden West Motel sign and weathered building in a Wyoming town

Mountains rise behind the Golden West Motel and its roadside sign.

Open Wyoming landscape with a mountain ridge and lone tree

Open country and scattered trees stretch toward the mountains.

Weathered brick storefront with chimney and entrance in Wyoming

Weathered brick and an old storefront show the age of the building.

Fish shaped sign above a street in a small Wyoming town

A fish-shaped sign adds another unexpected detail to a small Wyoming town.

Why I Keep Photographing Wyoming

The West has changed enormously, and it continues to change.

That's part of the reason I feel an urgency to keep photographing it.

I'm not interested in pretending Wyoming is frozen in some earlier era. It isn't. New houses go up. Old businesses disappear. Ranches change hands. Towns grow. People leave and other people arrive.

At the same time, there are aspects of life here that remain closely connected to the state's history.

People still make their living raising cattle. Cowboys still spend long days horseback. Small-town rodeos still bring communities together on summer nights. There are still roads where you can drive a long time without seeing another car.

The tension between those things interests me.

Photography can't preserve a place, but it can preserve evidence of what it looked and felt like at a particular moment.

That's enough reason for me to keep going back.

There will always be another road I haven't driven, another ranch I haven't visited, another town I've passed through too quickly.

And probably another reason to turn the truck around.

Sandman Motel sign and storefront along a Wyoming street

The Sandman Motel sign stands beside the road in town.

Snow covered ranch buildings and livestock trailer beneath Wyoming mountains

Ranch buildings and a livestock trailer sit in the snow below the mountains.

Western Motel building and sign in a small Wyoming town

The Western Motel sits along the road beneath the rocky cliffs.

Basketball hoop mounted against a brick building beneath a Wyoming hillside

A basketball hoop stands against a brick building below the rocky hillside.

Fine Art Photography of Wyoming & the American West

These Wyoming photographs are part of my larger ongoing documentation of cowboy culture, working ranches, rural communities and everyday life throughout the American West.

A selection of the work is available as limited-edition fine art photography prints, produced using archival materials and available in a range of sizes and custom framing options.

The photographs aren't intended to present a polished or invented version of the West. They're records of people, places and moments I've encountered after years of traveling and photographing this part of America.

View the Full Cowboy Gallery

View Cowboy Photography Prints

View More Roadtrip Photography

View my Roadtrip Photography Book

Wyoming road leading through open country toward a mountain

The road runs through open country toward the mountains.

Wyoming mountain range beyond a sagebrush covered hillside

Sagebrush and open country stretch toward the mountain range.

Wyoming lake reflecting mountains and clouds across the open landscape

The lake reflects the mountains and clouds across the open country.

Grand Teton mountain range rising above the Wyoming landscape

The Grand Teton range rises above the landscape.

Rock Springs, Wyoming: Photographs From an Overlooked American Town

Photographing Rock Springs, Wyoming

Spending 35k miles a year on the road photographing America brings you to a lot of interesting places. Most are often a welcomed surprise, but this visit to Rock Springs was a forced hiatus. While driving through Wyoming on the way to a ranch further out west, my truck broke down in the middle of nowhere, an hour outside of Rock Springs. After having it towed into town, and a series of unfortunate events, I was stranded there for four days waiting for a new fuel pump to arrive.

Rock Springs sits in Sweetwater County along Interstate 80, a corridor that thousands of travelers cross every day on their way somewhere else. Many of them never leave the highway. But like a lot of towns shaped by mining, railroads, and the boom-and-bust cycles of the West, Rock Springs carries a deeper history beneath its surface.

Rock Springs, Wyoming: A Town With a Complicated Past

Rock Springs has a deeper history than many travelers realize. In 1885 the town became the site of one of the most violent anti-Chinese riots in American history when tensions between white coal miners and Chinese workers erupted into violence. Dozens of Chinese miners were killed and much of the Chinese community in town was burned to the ground. Today the streets of Rock Springs appear quiet and ordinary, but like many Western towns the landscape holds layers of history that aren’t always visible at first glance.

People of Rock Springs

Each day in Rock Springs blended into the next as the arrival of the truck part kept getting delayed, souring my mood by the hour. With little else to do, the only productive option was to keep walking around with the camera. Naturally, that led to some interesting encounters with the locals.

The first portrait below is of a lone protester I approached and asked to make his photograph. “I sure wish you would,” he replied immediately, then pulled out a gun that had been sitting on the passenger seat beside him and held it up for the picture. After a few minutes of conversation he asked what I was doing in town, so I explained the situation with my truck. Without missing a beat he asked if I was doing alright—if I had money for food and gas to get back home. It was a very genuine response, and one I hadn’t expected.

A few hours later I was still wandering around shooting when it started to rain. I ducked under the entrance of a karate dojo to wait out the storm. Not soon after, the owner arrived and asked, “Do you want to come inside and warm up?” What the hell—why not.

Once inside he launched into an impromptu oral history of Rock Springs during its oil boom years. “These streets right here were filled with nothing but drunks, whores, and pimps,” he told me. Then went on to describe finding a dead man outside his building one morning and how the girls working the streets would sometimes come inside to warm themselves on his couch during the winter months.

Today the town is quiet and well past it’s prime, like many American boomtowns after the rush has passed. Most residents now work in the nearby trona mines, but you can still feel what is was like during the days of rough bars, gambling halls, and brothels. The locals sure haven’t forgotten that history.

A Town Along The American Railroad

I never planned to spend four days in Rock Springs, but sometimes the road decides where you stop. In the end I left with a set of photographs that feel true to the town and to a larger project I’ve been working on for years — documenting the overlooked places that quietly shape the American landscape.

Explore more photographs from the America project

View more photographs from an another overlooked American mining town - Helper, Utah

Railroad tracks leading toward downtown Rock Springs Wyoming seen through chain link fence

Railroad tracks stretch toward downtown Rock Springs from an overpass above the line.

Small house and backyard behind a chain link fence in a residential neighborhood in Rock Springs

A small house and backyard sit quietly behind a chain-link fence in a Rock Springs neighborhood.

Old computer monitor displayed inside a storefront window in Rock Springs Wyoming  On-Page Caption

An aging computer sits in a storefront window along a downtown street in Rock Springs.

Man sitting in pickup truck with political flags along roadside in Rock Springs Wyoming

A protester with a gun and political flags attached to his truck.

Dashboard of pickup truck cluttered with cigarettes hat and small objects in Rock Springs Wyoming

Personal items gather across the dashboard of a pickup truck parked in Rock Springs.

Framed calla lily painting hanging on a wall inside a room in Rock Springs Wyoming

A framed painting of calla lilies hangs awkwardly on the wall of a Mexican restaurant in Rock Springs.

Slice of fried dessert with whipped cream and chocolate syrup on a diner table in Rock Springs Wyoming

A small dessert arrives on a diner table in Rock Springs.

Vintage Mercury Cougar parked beside an aging house in Rock Springs Wyoming

An old Mercury Cougar rests beside a weathered house in Rock Springs, a scene that feels suspended somewhere between the past and present.

Statue of Jesus inside a glass case beneath a No Smoking sign in Rock Springs Wyoming

A roadside shrine in Rock Springs pairs a statue of Jesus with an unexpected “No Smoking” sign above it.

Reflection of trees and a bench in a storefront window in Rock Springs Wyoming

Reflections of winter trees and a park bench appear in a storefront window along a quiet Rock Springs street.

Neighborhood cleaners storefront on a street corner in downtown Rock Springs Wyoming

A neighborhood cleaners sits on a quiet corner in downtown Rock Springs.

Old rusted pickup truck parked beside a residential street in Rock Springs Wyoming

An aging pickup truck sits along a residential street in Rock Springs beneath a web of overhead power lines.

New Life Ministries church building along a downtown street in Rock Springs Wyoming

New Life Ministries occupies a brick building along a quiet street in downtown Rock Springs.

The hallway and lobby of the Park Hotel in Rock Springs, Wyoming

A narrow hallway opens into the lobby at the Park Hotel in Rock Springs

street scene near the Rock Springs Coal arch in downtown Rock Springs Wyoming

A rainy street corner near the Rock Springs Coal arch in the center of town.

Older sedan parked beside buildings with boarded windows in downtown Rock Springs Wyoming

An older sedan sits parked along a wet street lined with boarded windows in downtown Rock Springs.

Satellite dishes and utility wires above a back street in Rock Springs Wyoming

Satellite dishes and overhead wires crowd the skyline above a quiet back street in Rock Springs.

Rusted Chevrolet pickup tailgate with Wyoming license plate in Rock Springs Wyoming

An old Chevrolet pickup truck with “Boobie Bouncer” stickers on the tailgate.

Flowers and memorial decorations attached to chain link fence in Rock Springs Wyoming

Flowers and small objects hang from a chain-link fence marking a roadside memorial.

Pickup truck driving through residential neighborhood street in Rock Springs Wyoming

A pickup truck moves slowly through a quiet neighborhood street in Rock Springs.

Rusted basketball hoop beside large brick building in Rock Springs Wyoming

A rusted basketball hoop stands beside a long brick wall near the edge of town.

Old faded Quiznos restaurant sign along street in Rock Springs Wyoming

A faded Quiznos sign hangs on a dilapidated wood billboard in Rock Springs

Car covered with tarp in a backyard beneath large leafless trees in Rock Springs Wyoming

A car rests beneath winter trees in a backyard on the edge of a Rock Springs neighborhood.

Older pickup truck parked at a residential corner beside a small house in Rock Springs Wyoming

A weathered pickup truck sits at a quiet residential corner beneath a web of overhead wires in Rock Springs.

Church building seen behind fence and winter trees in Rock Springs Wyoming

A church rises behind fences and bare winter trees along a quiet street in Rock Springs.

Pickup truck parked beside a garage at the end of a narrow driveway in Rock Springs Wyoming

A pickup truck sits tucked beside a small garage at the end of a narrow driveway in Rock Springs.

Bruce Lee poster visible through curtain beside martial arts photos in Rock Springs Wyoming

A Bruce Lee poster hangs behind a thin curtain beside framed martial arts photos inside a karate dojo.

Railroad tracks running through an industrial alley between metal buildings in Rock Springs Wyoming

Old rail tracks cut through an industrial alley in Rock Springs, a quiet reminder of the railroad and coal economy that built the town.

Roadside Photography in America — Small Towns, Quiet Roads & Stillness

Roadside Photography Across the USA: Small Towns, Country Roads & Quiet Places

This body of roadside photography from across the United States focuses on small towns, country roads, and the overlooked spaces between destinations. Made while traveling secondary highways through places like Iowa, Utah, Nevada, Virginia, and California, these photographs slow down the idea of the American road trip and shift attention away from landmarks toward quieter moments. The work comes from a long-term project that eventually became my book, Roadside Meditations—a photographic exploration of stillness, distance, and the visual language of everyday America.

Photographing America Beyond the Interstate

Much of American road trip imagery centers on motion—crossing state lines, reaching destinations, ticking off places on a map. This work was made by doing the opposite. Instead of interstates and major routes, I spent years driving back roads, county highways, and rural connectors where towns thin out and time feels less compressed.

These roadside photographs aren’t about where you’re going. They’re about where you pause. A quiet diner at dusk. A sun-bleached sign. An empty stretch of road that doesn’t ask for attention but rewards it if you stop. This approach allows the landscape to reveal itself slowly, without narrative pressure or spectacle.

Small-Town America and the In-Between Places

The photographs in this series were made in places most travelers pass without stopping—small towns, agricultural regions, and rural outskirts where commercial life has softened or shifted over time. These in-between places are rarely presented as destinations, yet they form the connective tissue of the American landscape.

By photographing these locations without dramatization, the images lean into quiet observation. The goal isn’t nostalgia or critique, but presence. These towns and roads exist as they are—weathered, functional, sometimes fading—holding layers of American life that often go undocumented in contemporary photography.

A Slow, Observational Approach to Roadside Photography

The photographs in this post were made over many years, often while driving alone, without a fixed itinerary. Working slowly is central to the process. I look for moments when light, geometry, and stillness align—scenes that feel complete without intervention.

There are no staged elements and no attempt to “improve” what’s already there. The camera becomes a tool for noticing rather than arranging. This method allows the work to remain open-ended, inviting viewers to bring their own experiences and memories into the frame.

From Long-Term Project to Roadside Meditations

Select images from this body of work eventually became the book Roadside Meditations, a collection shaped by years of sustained attention to the American roadside. The book brings these photographs together as a single visual conversation—one that reflects on travel, stillness, and the quiet spaces that exist alongside movement.

Rather than documenting a single journey, the book and this ongoing series reflect an accumulation of time on the road. Each image stands on its own, but together they form a broader meditation on how America looks when you stop trying to get somewhere.

This post represents one thread within a larger, ongoing exploration of the American landscape. For those interested in seeing the work as a whole, Roadside Meditations gathers these photographs into a single volume focused on overlooked places, visual quiet, and the spaces we usually pass by.

View the book

View the American Road Trip photography gallery

Sunset on a country road in Iowa

Sunset on a country road in rural Iowa

Ivanpah Solar Electric Generating System

Ivanpah Solar Electric Generating System

Fine art photograph of a Virginia forest

An abstract view of dense forest in Virginia

Abstract fine art photography

Reflections of trees in a Virginia river

Driving through the Eastern Sierra Mountains near Mammoth, California at sunset

Eastern Sierra - California

Abstract fine art nature photography

Reflections of trees and foliage in a still river in Upstate New York

Roadside photograph of a country road through farmland in rural Iowa at sunrise

A car kicks up dust on a country road through harvested farmland in rural Iowa, photographed in early morning light.

Fine art photograph of a massive desert landscape in Utah

The alien landscape in a remote part of Utah

Abstract fine art photography of plants in Iowa farmland

Muted colors of dead plants during winter in Iowa farmland

Photograph of a country road and train tracks along a river in Virginia

A country road and train tracks running along a river in rural Virginia

Fine art photograph of the capitol building in Des Moines, Iowa

The Des Moines, Iowa capitol building reflected in windows of a nearby office building

Sunset on train tracks going through farmland in southern iowa

Train tracks going through Iowa farmland at sunset

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??!!

Click here to see more of the America series.

Contact me directly to order fine art prints for your home, office, or commercial space - rob@robhammerphotography.com

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 Photography

Photographing America - Road Trip - USA - Travel

Every day spent on the road is educational in some way, especially when you drive for hours upon hours without producing anything. Half days even. A full day, and you still might not have put the camera up to your eye. Then you get to some kind of hot spot, for the lack of a better word. That’s what happened here. These top 3 images were made within 100 feet of each other in some small Illinois town on a day that otherwise produced almost nothing. Odd how that happens.

Click here to see more from my America series.

Photographing America

American Photography - Fine Art

Road Trip Photos - Travel

Walking away from our work can be such a benefit. Meaning that we need to not see it for quite some time to realize what’s good and what isn’t. The “America” series has, like most of my projects, been going on for ten years now. I love it, but things have reached the point where the library is so big that it’s overwhelming. Making it hard to share in any productive manner. Everything you seen in the post was made over the last two or three years, which is usually the amount of time it takes to make sense of it all. That’s not a good thing. It’s time to enlist the help of a professional editor.

Click here to see more from the America series

American Motels

Road Trip Photography - American Culture

American Motels - Open Road - Americana

Another one of those subjects I can’t seem to stay away from - American Motels. Maybe it’s the nostalgia or all the time I’ve personally spent in them? Not sure. Said this in a recent post, but it was shocking to see how many of these old places had shut down during a trip out to Texas a few weeks ago. What a shame.

Click here to see more from this series.

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.

Click here to see more of my American Road Trip Photography

American Photographs

Photographs of Small Towns in America

A few images from the most recent cross country road trip that go along with my America series. This type of thing wasn’t the main focus of the trip, but I can never help myself . One of these days or years all the images in this series will add up to something that makes sense and it will be a book. Still working through it…

Click here to see more from this series

American Photography

American Photography - Road Trip - Travel

Americana - Wall Art - Photo Prints - Open Road

Taking time to think about a body of work is such and important part of the process as you continue to build it. And as time goes on attention needs to be given to the “holes” that are inevitably lurking in said work. Interiors are one of the many holes that I need to fill. For ten years now I’ve happily traveled around America photographing various aspects of it. And lately, collaboration in the form of outside eyeballs/opinions has been a major focus in order to figure out exactly what is or isn’t working. When we create in a bubble as so many photographers do, it’s easy to get lost on a track that might not be going the right direction. There are so many questions we need to ask ourselves all along the way, which probably won’t get brought up if we don’t receive input from other unbiased people. So, while I never plan on stopping my America series, I’m trying to be much more focused and open about what to shoot and what horses I’ve already beaten to death. Much more than that though, how many other photographers have already done what you’re doing? If the answer is “a lot”, then how can you change your contribution to offer the viewer something different?

Click here to see more from my AMERICA series.

American Motels

It’s interesting how bodies of work tend to grow on their own over time. Motels have never been a goal or “to do” while on the road but I’m endlessly attracted to them. Not exactly sure why either. Maybe it’s their place in American culture or because of all the time I’ve personally spent in them? The images here were made as recently as last month all the way back to 2015. And the memories they give me are fun to experience again. Some of the places I stayed in and others were just a walk/drive by. During my time as a photographer, I’ve had the pleasure of staying at some of the nicest hotels in the country while shooting for clients, but also some of the worst of the worst. Both are memorable for different reasons. Always an experience though. That’s probably what I like about them. More to come from this series.

Side note: The second to last image here was made in 2015 in Gila Bend, AZ. Drove by this place last week and the hotel almost completely bulldozed.

Click here to see more of my American photography

Butte, Montana

Butte, Montana Photo Gallery

American Photography

Butte is a fun name for a town. It’s fun to say. Where you going? Butte! Back in 2012 or 2013 I wound up in Butte while shooting for Barbershops of America, but didn’t get to spend much time there. Found a hell of a shop for the book with an all time character of a barber - “The Butcher” - Joe Bugni. Legend. If you want some free entertainment, go hang out with Joe for an hour at the Amherst St. Barbershop. Anyway, after leaving Joe’s it was late and I planned on getting a hotel. Went into the lobby of one of the few that are downtown and asked first to use the bathroom. The place was dead quiet without a sign of another person besides the girl behind the desk. She directed me downstairs, which I quickly saw was almost pitch black except for the almost extinct exit sign at the far end of the very long hallway. After searching for 30 seconds or so a very dim flickering bulb came on that barely illuminated the lifeless bathroom and a very strange feeling came over me. Not sure if it was a combination of the darkness and the unexplainable noises coming from the building, but I was scared out of my mind. That’s never once happened to me and I’ve been in some of the strangest places you could image. The feeling was so strong that I exited the bathroom and sprinted down the hallway for the exit and straight back to my car. Still to this day there is no explanation.

That inability to describe the situation is how I feel about Butte in general after this most recent trip. To be sure, I’m quite taken with the town in a very positive way. But I just can’t figure out a way to explain it with words. This also happened to me with the entire state of Texas until I read “Travels with Charley”, where Steinbeck hit the nail directly on the head. Butte is a unique place to say the least. It’s gotten a certain vibe. A tangible feeling about it that you won’t experience in other places. The history of the town is quite long, which is something you can look up on the internet, but that won’t do anything to replace the feeling of being there. We spent a couple hours roaming around, during which I cracked off some frames that I’m happy with. But in order to do the town justice, I’d like to spend a month there. Maybe I should? Butte is as American a town as you’ll ever find, and I’ll no doubt be adding a few of these to my ongoing “America” series.

Side note: if you find yourself in the area and like beer, stop into the Butte Brewery. Their german style Hefeweizen is one of the best I’ve had in the States.

American Photography

American Photography

Colorado - Utah

Whenever possible I make it a point to take new routes even when the destination might be a place (like Denver) I’ve been a hundred times. That way it’s easier to be inspired by new sights. Occasionally though, when you don’t have a ton of extra time, you find yourself on a familiar highway just motoring from A to B. At this point I’d be confident in my ability to drive from San Diego to Denver with a blindfold on. Still though, it’s a world class stretch of road that should never be taken for granted. Keeping this in mind, I returned to places along the way that I’ve photographed before, while remaining open to things that might have been missed before. Happy with the outcome.

Click here to see more from the AMERICA series.

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.

Click here to see more from my AMERICA series.


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.

Click here to see more from the America series.

American Photography

Photographing America - Road Trip

Suppose the only way to describe this set of images is quirky? If you come up with something better, let me know. They were all made on a recent road trip from San Diego to Colorado and back. This kind of shooting wasn’t the main focus, but it is always a focus while on the road. Did a lot of with the 50mm, which has been sitting on a shelf for the better part of 5+ years. Odd how you fall in and out of love with different lenses. Could have cared less about it for these last 5+ years, now I can’t get enough of it.

Click here to check out more from my America series.

Source: www.robhammerphotography.com/blog/america719

America

8,141 American miles are in the books. If you made me choose, this is probably the thing I love doing the most with a camera. It's all fun, but this is really the tops for me. Just being out on my own for weeks at a time can't be beat. Every trip is different and great in it's own way. This one started off a bit rocky. Not long before leaving, I had some work done on my truck which I assumed was all set. Then, a couple days into the drive, the engine started screaming while going up Monarch Pass in Colorado. Keep in mind that this is practically a brand new truck. So I pulled over and opened the hood only to see that the coolant was actively boiling. I was supposed to be meeting a buddy at Denver airport the next morning and then on to our mutual friends house to surprise him for his birthday. It was obvious that wasn't going to happen. I let the engine cool down then put it in neutral and coasted as far down the mountain as I could to try and get some cell service. After trying for an hour I was finally able to reach a tow truck driver. He came and got us (Mojo) and dropped us off at the garage, which of course was closed until the next day. Threw a couple bags on my back and we schlepped it to a hotel about a mile+ away. The only hotel that would allow Mojo had no air conditioning to combat the brutally hot summer temperatures. Oh well. Next morning we schlepped back up the hill to the garage. Owner said he wasn't sure what the problem could be, but would take a look ASAP. That ASAP was about 3 hours, so Mojo and I walked into the woods(the only place we could sit down and be out of the sun) and read a book. Garage ordered the part they thought would fix the problem, but it wouldn't be there until about 3:30 and they close at 5. This was a Friday and they don't open again until Monday. Now I was faced with the real possibility of the truck not being fixed until the following week. So I started looking into rental cars. The only option was a local guy who had a few vehicles to rent, but when I started filling out the paperwork I realized that his vehicles aren't aloud to go more than 150 miles away from town. Next. There was one car left in a town that would require $115 cab ride, and the rental fee was going to be $400 for 3 days. Plus I would have to drive 6 hours southwest to Pagosa Springs to return it, when I needed to be continuing on northeast to my final destination (Cape Cod). Tried arguing with RAM to give me a loaner vehicle for a couple days, but that didn't work. The customer service woman called back twenty minutes later and said she was able to get me a rental in Durango under their very reasonable corporate rate. So I took the $115 cab ride and got the rental, figuring that 3 nights of hotels staying in town waiting would be costly anyway. Picked up the car, then went back to the garage to grab all my stuff, only to find out that the truck had been fixed. Now I had a fixed truck and a rental car. Screw it, I left the rental at the garage and hoped that the rental company could come pick it up on Monday. Turns out the 0-ring on the cap for the coolant reservoir was bad so the coolant was leaking out the whole time I was driving. And it got low to the point of not being able to cool the engine and just when through the roof while going up Monarch Pass. A tiny piece that probably costs 2 cents to make caused that much trouble. Unreal. Things really sucked for about 20 hours, but I made it up to Denver on Saturday morning and we were still able to surprise my buddy. Looking back now, I can't even believe that was part of the same trip as all the images below. It's funny how things start melting together on the road. You're so stimulated by everything you see that it's hard to make sense of it until you get home and let it all digest for a while. Love the road. Can't wait to get back out there. 

Side note: It seems that on every trip there is one state that treats you better then all the rest. Not sure why it is, but photographically things tend to gel in one state the most. It's a different state every time, but it always happen. On this trip, I believe that state was Illinois. Cheers Illinois! 

Click HERE to see more from the America series. 

America

Last month I watched an on-line talk given by a photographer that I very much respect. He dished out a lot of great information, and briefly mentioned something about another photographer that he very much respected. The remark was about a book that photographer was about to publish, and the speaker said "I already know what it looks like". He hadn't seen the book, or any of the images, but was referring to the fact that the photographer was very predictable. And that stuck with me. He also didn't mean any disrespect at all, was just stating a fact. After thinking about it for a while, I realized how important it is to constantly be charging ahead in different directions. That's something I've always believed, but it was cool to hear from his perspective. As a photographer, you'll always have your "bread and butter", but it's boring to rest on that. Branch out and try new things. Develop portfolios in areas that your audience is expecting. Challenge yourself even if it means failing miserably for a while. In the long term, I believe that's the only way to make it. 

Last month I did another cross-country trip from San Diego to as far as Plymouth, Massachusetts. Time on the road was shorter than I initially planned for, but it's always great. Shot a lot of images that are probably a lot different my norm, and people might not connect with them right away, but whatever. Some of them are certainly winners. I enjoy looking at them, and can see this stuff developing into a much larger portfolio. My main objective on this trip was to wrap up shooting on the barbershop project. So all of this "America" stuff was on the side, but I love it, and am always eager for more. 

Click here for more AMERICA.