There’s something about the Fourth of July at a rodeo that feels like America at its most honest—dirt flying, flags waving, and hearts pounding under the summer sky. As a photographer, I get a front-row seat to all of it. The grit. The grace. The moments so fast you barely see them, and yet they carry the weight of tradition, pride, and freedom.
Every shutter click is a quiet thank-you—to the riders who risk it all, the animals who move like poetry, and the communities that come together year after year to celebrate something bigger than any one of us.
Here’s to rodeo arenas lit with fireworks and faith. To the bold, the brave, and the beautifully wild. Happy Fourth of July, from behind the lens and out in the dust. 🇺🇸📸
