A Kazakhstan cowboy and his trusty dog
Kazakhstan is like the wild west. At least in the eastern part of the country. This particular day we were re visited at our camp from the young Cowboy who made a silent appearance the night before.
He came to watch us eat and pack up. He spoke no english, wanted nothing and yet seemed so interested in our daily rituals. As we packed up our tent that morning he sat comfortably on his saddle as he watched the mornings entertainment…us.
We offered his some food. Bread and eggs but he refused. This morning was for his curiosity only. After an hour or so of us packing up we bid him farewell. As he rode off into the distance I snapped this photo. The essence of what a day in his life must be. Just him, his horse and his dog.
Sometimes life can be simple.
