I’d met up with Dan and Craig, my frequent co-conspirators in Ault, CO. The goal was to take pictures in two other small towns in rural Weld County, Briggsdale and New Raymer. After a breakfast that was heavy on the grease and coffee, we loaded up and headed east. Craig and Dan in their Jeeps, and myself bringing up the rear in my 4Runner.
Highway 14 stretched out before us, leading to the horizon as I dialed in some music while rolling along. A steady stream of heavy trucks supporting the fracking operations kept us company on the way.
Abruptly, Craig pulled to the right, hitting the shoulder and braking as Dan and I followed. “Uh oh.” I thought, figuring something was wrong.
Craig popped out of his Jeep. “Did you see them?” he asked excitedly. “Skulls!”
I’d missed it. We waited for a break in traffic and u-turned back the way we had come. We popped back on the shoulder a mile or two back down our track, there they were. A fence, every post decorated with a cow skull.
I unlimbered my recently CLA’d Kodak Medalist I and found a shot without any of the wells in the background. I stopped all the way down and took a single frame before loading back up, reversing direction and proceeding on our way.
I’d take more proficient shots that day, but none I found as pleasing. Craig’s skill at spotting skulls while doing 70 made the difference.