As a baby, born and until I was 21, raised in Wyoming - there were only one kind of magnificent creatures called to my mind when I heard the term Buffalo and it wasn't these domesticated animals or anything safe or controlled.
One of my friends had an Uncle with a bull he could saddle and ride in the Fourth of July parade, but over-all I knew the result of getting too close to these animals, was trampling or being gored. So even when I lived with a herd in Custer State Park, I treated them with awe, and respect from a distance, even though one would come and gaze in my window and leave big nose prints on the glass.
|My son is farther away from the bison than it looks, and I want to warn people, don't put your loved ones near buffalo to get a picture. I've seen it, it is DANGEROUS!|
|Caught at play with my buffalo|
They were so different, but equally powerful and amazing. I only managed a few pictures but filled my memory with them
My pottery buffalo came from China and the Wooden one was carved and purchased on a trip I took with my Mom and sons, to Guatemala in the mid 1990's
|Mongolian Hot pot, cooking lamb and cabbage at the table|
|My husband, our history teacher, and I|
"We" are not amused"
but hopefully we are amusing