Barbed wire, barb wire, or bob wire; whatever you want to call it, it’s ubiquitous on the High Plains. This is cattle country and the roads are lined with barbed wire. Some large cattle operations don’t have fences on the internal county roads and some don’t maintain fences very well, so there is always a chance to meet a herd of cows in the middle of the road. It’s not a problem on a bicycle but in a car, you need to be constantly aware.
In Summer, the clouds start stacking up every afternoon, and I like to get out when I have a chance and shoot, hoping for some big, powerful thunderheads. Not today, just two pairs of barbed wire shots, maybe next time.
