I think I’m getting old. Well, old-ER at the very least. But I’m saying things like “Oh wow, I remember when he was just a yearling!” And I’m doing that with regularity. Which means that I’m getting old. Because if the horses are getting old, time’s not stopping for me, that’s for sure.
When I walked into Sweet’s Horse Center and saw this huge, lanky, stunning palomino gelding standing in the cross-ties, let me tell you about feeling old. I remember when he was barely a yearling. And he was bad. And his tail was barely past his hocks. And his snip seemed to take up half of his nose. And his owner, Bev, and I talked about what she dreamed he’d become. He’s all that and more now. Rebel is huge now. He looks fantastic. He’s so well behaved. Beautifully put together and a pleasure to work with. I almost teared up a bit when Bev hopped on his back- we’d talked about this exact moment three years ago when I did pictures for her the first time: a time when she’d be able to hop up and hug him around the neck for a bareback picture like she’d seen in my portfolio years ago. It was a strange feeling of deja vu. And a really awesome feeling of satisfaction. I feel like I had a small part in raising the little fella. I felt like a really proud aunt, of sorts. I am so lucky