I’ve been thinking about my horses a lot lately. I’ve had horses my entire life, up until I moved to Seattle this year. Before this I was out twice a day with my cowboy hat on, a dress or baiting suit, or like 3 jackets in the rain, taking care of my four horses day and night.
I was always at the barn with my mom as a kid. She got a few horses when I was a little tater tot and my parents got me my own horse when I was 10, she was 11. Jet black, gorgeous mare, that girl could run, she was fast, she was smart. I had her my whole life up until she passed on my ranch when I was 28 and she was 29.
I’ve bred champion bloodline and endangered horses, raised a baby to a big handsome black stallion, trained a green (new) horse for jumping, dressage and trail. Been on riding teams, competed, ridden dangerous horses, wild horses. Countless miles trail riding through rivers and down 1,000 foot cliffs on a stallion. Of all the bones I’ve broken from horses, my first horse never let me get hurt once. She wouldn’t let anyone ride her but me, and she always took such good care of me. I miss being a wild child with my horses.
For the last few years I would run down to the barn yelling for my babies and they’d run to me. I could ride them and lead them without halters or bridles.
My heart is still very much with my four beautiful horses I recently sold. They’re all in different states and countries living great lives with really good people.
Felt good to get a cowboy hat on for this shoot and get out in the mountains by big animals. Though they were elk not horses, which was wild. Crazy how the photographer, David, knows exactly where to find elk.
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Speaking of this photographer and videographer, what an honor to work with @davidthelonious 📷 He’s yet to be discovered y’all, seriously talented, go check out his landscape photography. I’ve respected his work for quite a while now, was amazing working with him