Comments about Kelly Seale
The smells of the Rodeo is always what got to me.
Sawdust and hay, sweat soaked leather, natural animal smells.
I walked between fences, there were fancied up cowboys, reciiting; no, chanting to themselves, gearing up for one last hoorah.
'Snap! ' My camera comfortable in my hands, ready for that Pulitzer Prize winning shot.
My eyes noticed an aged man, both physically and spiritually-
His arms adorned with faded tattoos, propped up on the bull's fence, thinking to himself-