A relaxed cowboy with face exactly looks like my photo sits on a creaky wooden chair outside an old saloon, boots propped on the railing, hat tilted down over his face.
He wears a sun-faded leather hat, a light cream shirt with suspenders crossing his chest, and a brown waistcoat with brass buttons. A red handkerchief peeks from his vest pocket.
His pants are dusty khaki with creases from long rides, tucked into tall leather boots with intricate stitching and silver spurs. A gun holster rests loosely at his waist while a shotgun double barrel rest on his laps.
A half-empty whiskey glass sits on the table beside him, catching warm amber light.
The late afternoon sun cuts across the street, creating long dramatic shadows and strong golden highlights. Lens flare arcs across the scene, tiny dust motes floating lazily in the air, evoking the warmth, calm, and timeless grit of a Western afternoon.
