Sunset falls on the Western Range

Sunset falls on the Western Range

Cattle on the sunset range

“Well, there is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Just waiting for Summer, his pastures to change

And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it’s clear
As if maybe someone could hear….”
James Taylor

http:// https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAYTYVn-elk&feature=youtu.be

As the day gently turned to night and dusk fell as the golden  sun set, I watched the breathtaking vista  change ever so slowly before my eyes and was struck with wonder.  I felt overwhelmed by the beauty of the vast ranges and the land that expanded forever- it was as if the descending sun threw up  fireworks into the sky and back-lit the black silhouettes of the creatures that populate these plains-

How am I  to describe  the lulling undulating  hills  caressing  the orange  blue skies as they kiss the  lilting open range as I witness the dance of sunset? -Each moment changes the colours and  the hues that melt together  to create new ones. Then  the contrast – the black of the open cattle that roam, dark silhouettes against the tangerine skies  as geese clamor  in mathematical disarray  – constantly trying to re-figure the formula –birds and sky nebrasksa

Teeppee

 

I watch as these faithful to instinct  bovines follow a path,  ever patient,  – one  beast at a time  seeking the centre, the home,  the place of oneness with others –
I cannot describe how this sight suffuses me with joy hope fear sadness and a sense of eternity and of God in the skies and in the open spaces- i am forever transformed – These open spaces these beasts that move on – these skies  pierce me like poetry and dance all at the same time – I am humbled and diminished at the same time I rise up with this eternal beauty and I embrace the god given earth.
You leave the West spiritually transformed and you ache for this beauty  – these rocky cathedrals speckled  with beasts that dot its landscape and  stoically   face all the fears that you refuse to – the vastness that all at once suffocates and paralyzes you.   it is intoxicating
It is in the gentle  sussuration- not of sound but of movement, the inexorable the continual the eternal struggle that pierces me and leaves me breathless and full of wonder – How joyous how delicious – how vulnerable I feel amongst this giant  – these giants –  the giant of time of life of earth. Contrasted against the vulnerability of the open range cattle that appear oblivious to the power of their image.
The open, the eternal, the  ever changing skies contrasted against the solid earth – I feel dismissed – I feel as If I am watching the performance of life on a stage so vast that there are no curtains no encores just this mass troupe of players that know far more than I do – that participate  in a manner I can never do.
The black  shadows that move  deliberately  with sure steps against the vast  skyline that once sang gold – they face the dark alone and yet together – the ground sustains them and they appear fearless as dark approaches these massive mammals creatures of man  – free and yet abandoned into the western skies and plains –

Sunset on the Open Range
I ache to be among  them, to experience that freedom- without fear or apprehension.
I want to share the sunset and sunrise with these brave beasts – they are to me the ambassadors of freedom and courage in a reckless way-  I want to understand the poetic movement and motion – of each sunrise and sunset of each step and each thought –
It is the skies  of the forever land the starkness and the bareness and when you stumble upon these bovines you feel less alone as you recognize their courage and you regain yours – their beauty transports me -their shape against the enormous land and ever -changing skies… the  skies that call out to my soul ….
Dark finally comes and the silhouettes vanish as the moon slowly rises.
Goodnight sweet inspiration.

 

 

As  a tribute to these magnificent  animals  here is –  Bucky’s Barbecue Rub

Barbecue Rub photo

I use this on my  brisket, chicken,  meatloaf, hamburgers and my pulled pork.
It is s great dry rub to have in your pantry-

Note Bene: Make sure you check your spices for freshness- don’t use the ones you got at your wedding shower- It is great that you can now buy spices at a much cheaper price- but check them out first before you add them.

Ingredients

4 tablespoons paprika (2 Tbsp. sweet 2 Tbsp.  smoked)
1 tablespoon coarsely ground black pepper
1-teaspoon chipotle or ancho powder 6-tablespoon dark brown sugar
2 tablespoon granulated sugar
2 tablespoons kosher or sea salt
1-teaspoon celery salt
1 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
1 to 4 teaspoons cayenne pepper, to taste  – it depends how hot you like it
1-teaspoon dry mustard
1-teaspoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon granulated or garlic powder 1 teaspoon granulated or onion powder

Method

In a bowl combine all ingredients; stir to mix, then put in a jar with lid and shake. Rub can be stored in airtight container for up to 6 months.

 

 

 

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