Steer | Ellensburg, WA | February 2019

It’s a cold wait, and sometimes long. But when the roper cuts him from the herd, the steer is all action — a straight-line blur to outrun the lasso. Roped or not, he then trots, all perky, into the holding pen where his buddies stand warming in a patch of morning sun. There are worse ways to make a living.