Next time I can say, 'This ain't my first rodeo cowboy'

As part of a class assignment, I made my way down to Sedro-Woolley on the Fourth of July for the Loggerodeo parade and Sedro-Woolley rodeo. The festivities were more than I experienced in San Jose and the feeling of patriotism wafted in the air. I had hoped for people colorfully dressed, but all was well at the end of the day. Each day brings practice, and one day I’ll be parading down the street just as much as looking for pictures. After the parade I made my way over to the Sedro-Woolley rodeo. Now I've never been to a rodeo before. I've only seen movies, looked at lots of pictures and met a few cowboys outside of their terrain. But I can tell you right off the bat that I was instantly more fascinated with the scene and the culture than at the parade. Everything looked iconic—from the way the cowboys were hanging out to, well, just everything. I have to admit, because I was assigned the parade and not the rodeo, my camera stayed by my side for most of the event. I was actually enjoying just watching the rodeo  and taking in the whole experience. I suspect it will not be the last rodeo I attend and next time I say, “This ain’t my first rodeo cowboy.” Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Rodeo

Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Rodeo

Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Rodeo

Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Rodeo

Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Parade

Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Parade

Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Parade

Sedro-Woolley's Loggerodeo Parade