I ran across this cowboy on a tour of the Kansas Flint Hills several years ago and asked him if he’d pose for a photograph outside the Cassoday Cafe where we were eating a hearty prairie breakfast. Ironically, what drew me to ask for his picture (outside of his cowboy good looks) were his boots, which were longer than standard cowboy boots and very, very red. But when I began looking at the shots I’d taken, it was this (bootless) one that I was drawn to and developed into a color version that hangs on a wall near my desk. I turned it into a black-and-white haiga for Linda Papanicolaou’s Haigaonline challenge; still, I can’t stop imagining those red boots that I know are there even if no one else can see them . . .