The magazine of the photo-essay
April 2017 back issue
by Claude le Gall
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It is exactly forty-six years since I took these photos. I realize now I should have taken a lot more but I did not have
enough confidence and experience at the time to produce something more elaborate. Also, I was still a student and the
number of rolls I could shoot was inevitably limited.
Looking back on it, I now see all the pictures I have missed: Sioux passengers and local ranch hands in ten-gallon hats
and cowboy boots on the Greyhound bus on the plains between Denver and the Mississippi. Also the watermelon
merchants’ stalls in the scorching sun at crossroads here and there and the bus station in Pittsburgh where all kinds of
people, some rather weird, were waiting or loitering.
My young wife and I had a marvelous stay with a family in Denver, Colorado. They did everything they could to show us
around. That’s how we managed to see part of the Midwest where they came from. I still remember vividly our stay in
Mankato and Oberlin, Kansas where a cattle auction was in full swing when we got there. Many people had Swedish
origins. Their ancestors had settled in the area at the end of the nineteenth century or in the early years of the twentieth.
I took pictures of Marvin, the cattle inspector, balanced on a wooden ledge on top of the white fence of the compound
where the cattle had been pent up. I eventually filed those film strips and transparencies which lay in their polyester
slides for decades. Thirty-five years later, I decided to find out what had become of the man I had photographed then
and sent prints to the auction barn, whose address I had found on the internet. To my surprise I received a warm letter
from Marvin who was just retiring and we exchanged a few letters until, sadly, he passed away a few years ago.
Crossing the plains was a unique experience. I still see the buffalo grass bending in the breeze, the long asphalt road
stretching endlessly and the isolated gas station in a place called “Last Chance” at the far end of Kansas near the
Colorado border. I see the lines of telegraph poles extending at the foot of the Rockies, the rolling tumbleweed
everywhere on the side of the road, the astounding remains of the Anasazi culture at Mesa Verde, the abandoned
mines around Ouray.
Travelling south, we spent a day in Fort Smith, Arkansas. The weather was dull. The town looked bleak in the glow of
a late afternoon shower and Judge Parker’s gallows added an even more dismal touch to the atmosphere.
I’ve never been west again; this was the one and only time. I’d certainly love to go back one day, see those places and
people again and maybe do some more work.
Mankato, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Mankato, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Mankato, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Cheyenne, Wyoming, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall
Oberlin, Kansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.
Denver, Colorado, 1971 © C. Le Gall
Fort Smith, Arkansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall
Fort Smith, Arkansas, 1971 © C. Le Gall.