I’m usually the one taking pictures of other people and their horses. I thought I’d follow Hudson around like I have Barbie, Tiny, True, Ruby, any of my ‘herd’.
Problem. We are looking at this situation through completely different lenses.
I feel like I’m following Hudson around out of love, and want to photograph my beloved.
Hudson feels like he’s acquired a stalker.
I get grumpy lips and reversed ears before, say, he walks off (at an unflattering angle) straight into the sun. I think I walked a mile around his paddock trying to get one good candid shot of him.
Dinero, on the other hand, must have a portfolio on file at the Ford Agency. He posed artfully into the breeze, his flaxen mane gently lifting, his eyes looking off into the distance, his noble head held high.
Dinero was like Donkey from Shrek. He followed me all around the paddock, saying “Pick ME, pick ME!!” Hudson stomped off. I trudged after Hudson. Dinero trotted lightly after me, keeping a respectful posing distance.
If I looked at Dinero, he’d freeze in a superior photogenic position, angling so the sun hit his mane just right, making him glow. I stubbornly kept following Hudson, hitting the shutter. I have 1,987 photos of his butt. His butt going uphill. His butt going downhill. His butt swinging to block my view of his face, his butt swinging to block my view of his body. True, he does have a really good butt. However, I would like a nice picture of his face, ears expressing happiness, not disdain.
A whole body shot would be nice too.
I need an assistant.
Hmmm. Bella is away, Alice has a slipped disc (OW), Shaun is in major recovery, Molly has five horses to take care of, Daisy is still unpacking…oh wait. Didn’t she say she’d finished? If I route our trip around a McDonalds, it might qualify as a Road Trip and therefore be enticing. (?)
I did get this one with my phone, he looks 20 feet long and slightly distorted, but it sort of looks like him!