I visited with my family this past weekend at my family’s place on the river in Seguin. My brother brought his horses for us to ride … and also returned to me my childhood saddle. This is the saddle that I learned to ride in and spent countless hours in on the trail. How I miss my Charlie. He was the best horse ever!
So what do you do when you get an old beat-up saddle (and you happen to be a photographer)??? You put kids on it! Woo hoo! Enjoy ~
and because I loooove black and white (and also because the wings happen to be pink): my ANGEL