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"June 9Th In The Black Hills... P´Ard All I Remember,...T´"June 9th in the Black Hills ... P´ard all I remember, ´twas a cold som-bitch" by Bob Coronato "This was a day I´d been waiting for since I was a kid," says cowboy artist Bob Coronato about his latest release. Coronato relates the genesis for this piece, based on his experience working on a ranch on the border of South Dakota and Wyoming. "I was there to help the Foreman, a colorful, tough old man of few words, move cows to their summer pasture. We got up at 4:30 a.m. and my friend George suggested I wear my heavy winter gear. Since it was 75 degrees the day before, I thought he was pulling a prank. I decided not to take a chance and brought the gear. I saddled up my horse, which was bucking and kicking to shake out the cold. Hoping to get a good view of the thousands of cows snaking up the limestone canyon, I went to the front and took a small bunch ahead to point the rest of the herd. The temperature dropped as we got higher into the mountains and the rain turned to large wet flakes covering the canyon walls. As the cows were heating up, steam started to rise off their backs until billowing clouds rose up through the canyon like a train puffing through the Black Hills. I was glad I had my slicker and wild rag around my neck as the snow turned into a blizzard. I sat tucked up under a pine tree branch listening to the flakes through the trees, hoping I´d never forget a detail of this amazing day. As the snow collected on my hat and the black dye ran down my back, I couldn´t wait to paint this scene, unfolding before my eyes. With about ten inches of snow on the ground, George and I rode up the side of the herd yelling ´this is the life for me!´" (See options...) |
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"She Loves Me...?"A passel of plucked daisies litter the floor. Could it be they told a poor cowboy what he didn´t want to hear? He’s rounded up more, but most look a tad droopy, almost as if they know they’re bearers of bad news. Still the verdict ain’t in until you decide. Does he stand a chance with her? A Greenwich Workshop fine art giclée presented on watercolor stock with a deckled edge. (See options...) |
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"When This Weather Quits,... You Can Stiff´N Your Hat Back“It’s not the Old West of the 1890s but Crook County, Wyoming in the early 1990s,” says artist Bob Coronato. “The people and the ways of this area are very much the same as they always were. I was drawn to the area because it’s the closest you can get to seeing the frontier the way it was. The big towns are hundreds of miles apart and the little towns are the glue that holds the frontier together. Brandings here are still a community effort and the ranchers still work the same way they did a hundred years ago. “The ranches these days are disappearing. It is sad, but as the ranches disappear, the cowboys also disappear one by one.As the land gets developed the cowboy lifestyle fades fast. I was lucky to get a chance not only to see it at the end, but to take part.” Bob Coronato’s When This Weather Quits . . . will be featured in the 2008 Coeur D’Alene Art Auction July 26th in Reno, Nevada. (See options...) |
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1880S Still Life Of Saddle And Rifle(See options...) |
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5 A.M.(See options...) |
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A Branding In The Sandhills(See options...) |
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A Break(See options...) |
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A Cowboy Named Anne(See options...) |
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A Cowboys Morning(See options...) |
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A Different Kind Of Lease(See options...) |
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A Dog And His Cowboy(See options...) |
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A Good Crossing(See options...) |
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A Good String(See options...) |
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A New Lease(See options...) |
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A Rough Start(See options...) |
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Across Quiet Waters(See options...) |
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Alert(See options...) |
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Almost Home(See options...) |
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Along Eagle Creek(See options...) |
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