With trepidation, he said, 'Yes.' Well, being the city slicker that I am, I was wearing shorts, a T-shirt and boots. But that wasn't going to stop me from saddling up.
Without fail, a calf started heading the wrong direction. My uncle yells,"Cut her off around those bushes." So, I high tailed it through the bushes instead. Well, little did I know they were some kind of exotic thorn bushes! The thorns pierced my thighs a quarter of an inch deep. It hurt like a "son of a beach." My thighs were bloody, and I was crying like a baby girl. But I will never forget how wonderful it felt to gallop.
So, when Kay stopped by the studio to set up her photo shoot, I was more than thrilled when she said it would include her horses.
Here are some of my favorite shots of Kay, her foreign exchange student and her son, Jason.
