The thing that tipped me off to it was this rinky-dink little historical society pamphlet from 1962 in which they were trying to get volunteers in Wyoming to go work on some of these water reclamation archeological surveys, and they mention River Basin Surveys in conjunction with Bighorn Canyon. I thought, “Okay, that has to be a real thing.” Continue reading
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Mark-Making in the West: Malcolm Brooks’s Painted Horses
by Lisa Peet
What is a Western today if not its iconography?… We have exhausted the old conflicts of cowboys against Indians, or townspeople clashing with range riders. There are no longer fixed points in the genre except perhaps for this: a Western is the light, the landscape, the beasts that run through it. Continue reading
BLOOMERS AT LARGE: “What the Greats Have in Common”
by Vicraj Gill
“There are people . . . like me . . . who seem to stay latent until a suppressed vocation gene is switched on by the attainment of some appropriate life stage. I remember registering the following thought: now that I’ve waited out the lived part of my life, my real work can finally begin.” Continue reading