Those who know me understand that I adore studying the history of West Oakland and it’s evolution since the mid-1800s US western expansion. Abandoned railroad tracks and their accessories abound in the neighborhood, although long out of use. Phantom calls signal trains that won’t be coming. A crumbled building is what remains of the grand terminus of the trans continental railroad line. Saturday, fellow photographer Stella Kalaw and I headed out to the Oakland Black Cowboy Parade – the only parade and celebration of its kind in the United States. For over a quarter century, the Black Cowboy Parade, held in memory of the black cowboys that helped to settle the American West has been an annual event in Oakland, California. These are just a few of the snaps .. one may make it into my ongoing project in the neighborhood.