Art Is What You Can Get Away With

The Stampede Kenny Chesney concert was sponsored by Corona Beer. Hence this beerglass art.

A sea of cowboy hats and fists thumping the air at the Kenny Chesney concert.

Cowboy hats all have their own distinct nuances and stylings.

This hat belonged to a kid who was especially wild about the song "No shoes, no shirt, no problem."

This kid knew every word to every song and broadcast the whole concert to his pals in Newfoundland.

This hat had some lovely detailing.

Helps to be a cutey with long hair and a tight black tank top.

Kenny tiny on stage and huge on the screens behind.

The C&W crowd leaving the Saddledome against an indigo Calgary skyline.

Typical hats cuddling out on the midway.

His and her staw hats in line for the ferris wheel.

Turquoise-coloured hat-band detailing. You can't go wrong with western wear if you throw on some turquoise.

I know Carrie is in this shot but ... who is that masked marauder?

A fast and furious midway ride as seen from the ferris wheel.

Looking down at the workings of the ferris wheel.

Grandstand Finale fireworks from the ferris wheel.

These are my hats nuzzling up. The braided horsehair band on my Aussie outback hat is a souvenir from the Butte Folk Festival.

Bruce Little is the old-timer artist who creates the outstanding horsehair braid art. Here he is with a braided horse halter.

Here is Bruce with a collection of horsetails ready to be woven into braid art.

Here's my cousin Brenda celebrating the Butte Folk Festival with a few brewskis.

Dancing and grooving to the tunes against a jetstream flying way overhead past and over Butte.

Magic Slim and the Teardrops, a sensational Chicago Blues act.

The beautiful silhouette of a Butte mining headframe behind the festival crowd.

Brenda zenning out at the gold crusher garden.

Brenda up against the awesome sunset out on the hill behind Montana Tech.

Yours truly up against the same awesome backdrop.

The Shyba cousins as Thelma and Louise.

This lucky Turkish Nazar galloped out from Calgary to the far, far West Coast after guarding the family from the Evil Eye.

Here's Nazar on the half shell just before entering the tidepool.

Once in the tidepool, Nazar started confronting some strange and colourful creatures.

Nazar and his mussels.

Nazar thought *I* was crabby until he met this beast.

This critter sings Nazar a ballad.

Who needs friends when you have anenomies?

What would a tidepool visit be without lunch?

That naughty Nazar.

Cuddling

Taking a ride.

Crawling out of the tidepool on a chunk of kelp.

Sunning on the beach after a long, wet photoshoot in the tidepool.

Sunset on the tidepool.

Hahahaha. Ferries make me laugh.