I have a good number of sessions including another senior session besides Anna’s with horses that I really need to sit down and make the commitment to write. Being a Photographer is such a blessing, i get to work with so many amazing people and am able to provide them with heirloom quality art that they will have with them for a lifetime and that in itself makes me a little teary. The other thing that makes me a little emotional is growing up/getting older. Anna is no exception for provoking this feeling in me. I used to ride horses back before I got pregnant with my son but before that, I met Anna at Little Creek Farm, she was young…maybe 9 or 10 at the time, and I still have this little horse drawing she made me.
“what’s this?” I asked
“It’s you…jumping Pokey 3 feet!” she said proudly
At least someone has confidence in my jumping abilities, and the lack of jumping abilities from the horse I was share boarding at the time. Pokey lives up to his name and prefers to stick to trail riding excursions, jumping isn’t his strong point.
I still have this picture she drew me and toyed with the idea of uploading it to the blog, I thought it was adorable but Anna may have other ideas lol.
When Anna asked me to be her senior photographer I was over the moon, you don’t have to ask me twice to work with horses. I harbor a memory from one of my last lessons before I stopped riding where I was instructed to jump without stirrups…or reigns and just go with the horses motions. It was like flying and nothing in the world can compare with the unison I experienced with that horse that particular lesson. Ever since then I have a spark of emotion that makes me want to ride again, to be around these magnificent creatures purely for the love of the animal. Anna gave me that opportunity and I couldn’t be more grateful. Even though our session was half work/half play there is something so healing to the soul about our equine friends. Thank you Anna for a wonderful shoot and giving me back a small piece of what I had been missing for a few years.