The smell of a stable is one of the most conforting smells I know. I grew up with horses. I mucked the stalls as a child, brushed our horses' coats, even watched as a foal was born into our horse family when I was an early teen. We called her Coco and she followed us around like a dog for the first full year of her life.
When I got the opportunity to go for a guided trail ride with some friends on April 27th, I jumped at the chance. While the ride itself was a little lack luster (you mean, they won't turn us loose in the pasture to gallup at break neck speed?!) the photo opps were endless.
Inside the barn I used my highest ISO, 12,800, to get this shot.
This was the start of our trail ride. I was the caboose. :)
It was a slow enough trail ride that I could be artistic even on the back of a horse!
My horse, Perrier, was quite the lady. :)
And what's a good photography experience without some random thrown in for good measure? Here we have a basketball goal and a blue chair, both of which I loved photographing, in the middle of the pasture.
There was a huge rainstorm as we arrived back at the stables. We stayed inside one barn, as the clouds gathered over the other barn. We watched the clouds quickly turn into driving rain, thunder, and lightening, and after a few flickers of the lights and loud cracks of thunder, it subsided. God certainly gave us a unique experience to take home with us. :)
I love this one; the water gleaming on the gravel.
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