At Last

Well folks, I finealy have a cowgirl.  It's only taken me twenty three years.  Her mother went "ooh, I have poop on my shoes," when I tried to introduce her to the wonderful world of horses. So I figured ten was too late to make introductions. Not wanting to let that happen again, I decided eighteen months was just about right.  Here's what happened when I took her to the barn.

As we were driving up the driveway, her eyes got huge and she started jumping around in her car seat, yelling "hoses, oh hoses."  She could hardly wait to run up to the fence and here's what happened when I introduced her to my other little girl.

And she didn't want to leave.  We almost had to pry her away.  Oh yes, her first word, after mama, dada and the ever popular, "no" was hoses. That's pronounced with a soft o

Maybe it's too soon, but I think I've got one.  Oh yes, to continue the excitement, I intend to take my phone and skype at the barn.  Red hair and loves horses. It just goes to prove that if you're willing to wait, you sometimes actually get the whole enchilada.

Cropping with the rule of thirds

Ok, here we go with the infamous rule of thirds. Whenever you crop in PS or PS Elements, you will see a grid. These lines are the thirds and you want your subject or in the case of a portrait, the eyes, to be on or near a line or where the lines cross.  Here are a few examples:

This automatically creates a more pleasing image.  I don't know why, I just know that it does.  Also it works well if you can have something to anchor the shot in the bottom right square and space in the top left.   So when you're shooting give yourself plenty of room to crop.  The picture is in there, just let the grid lines help you find it.

Photography Lesson - Composition

Well I've talked about fstops and processing pictures, so in upcoming posts I'm going to give you some hints about how to see the picture in the first place. A very wise old professional photographer once told me that all the technical knowledge in the world won't help you if you can't "see" the picture.

Moving forward, I'll be posting about:

1. The rule of thirds
2. The S curve of beauty
3. The sweet spot
4. Giving your subject space

And a few more things.  Don't worry, this isn't tough stuff, and it's not something you can't learn. After a while it will become automatic and you won't even have to think about it.

Well I'm at work, so I'm signing off.  Stay tuned.

The Fox Hunt

Fox Hunt, oh Fox Hunt, how do I hate thee.  Let me count the ways.  Well to quote that great midtwentieth century pundit, Mr. Buddy Hackett, "I hate thee with hot heaping hunks of hate."

Let me set the record straight.  This is a no kill hunt.  Though I suspect that every now and again they run into, quite by accident, a corpse, which makes their entire week.  No I hate them for other reasons.

Let me set the stage.

It's a beautiful fall, winter, or spring day and you are at the barn grooming your horse, when like the theme song from Jaws, you hear it.  A far off thundering of hooves growing closer, and closer until like some malevolent force of nature it's on top of you. Actually, for the sake of accuracy it's on the next door farm, but who cares.  There they are screaming and shrieking and blaring horns as the gallop across the fields. And lets not forget the dogs, barking their fool heads off.  And we are not talking about ten or twenty riders. Oh no, there are about fifty hunt club members and when you add in the officials and all of their jolly friends and relatives, your talking about almost eighty screamers. And since they all ride at different abilities, it takes them a good hour or so to pass through.  As the dust settles, you turn and face your bug eyed, freaked out horse and realize that whatever you had planned was not happening.  So, all you can do is try and calm you horse down before turning her out and heading for home.

A friend of mine is a trainer and she was working with a two year old green broke gelding.  He was peacefully grazing in his pasture the day the hunt passed through.  The poor little boy became so hysterical he broke through the fence, injuring himself. When my friend caught up to him, he had crossed the road, and was halfway through the corn field heading for the highway.  Now to be fair the hunt club did help her catch him, pay his vet bills and had her fence repaired.  But still.

I have to hand this to them, they are really talented riders. Several of them carry flasks as they ride. Now I don't know about you, but if I was sipping straight burbon, or scotch or brandy while I was riding, I wouldn't be galloping over the countryside, jumping four foot fences. Nope I would be eating dirt the first time the horse turned a corner at a walk.  And several of them are pushing eighty.  So when you realize the athletic achievement of a bunch of half looped senior citizens, they really do have to earn some modicum of grudging respect.

PS:  I have tried every way I can think of to get back to the old dashboard and turn off the comment setting, but I'm not having any luck.

Get Ready California

Batten down the hatches, hide the valuables, ect., ect., your truely is coming to San Francisco. Yep this September the husband has a convention there and I'm coming along.  Soooo, I was wondering if I could meet some of you guys for lunch?  Let me know,ok.

We Had Winter For Two Days

I guess it was fun while it lasted.  The horses seemed to be having a blast.  Once again, Joe Camp, you are proven right.

Have a lovely week.

Who Knew?

I was showing my "baby book" to a riding clinician whose clinic I had photographed.  The book obviously included this picture.  He took one look at it and stopped dead in his tracks.  He went back to it three or four times. He said, "she's going to be a palomino, right?  I said yes.  And being the bragging sort that I am when it comes to her, I added, "and you should see her spin.  Tom showed her how to do it once on a lead line and she loves it.

Well folks he turned to me and said, "Would you mind emailing me this picture?  A friend of mine is one of the top reining trainers in the country and I know he'd like to see this and don't be surprised if you get a phone call.

"She is not for sale." I quickly said.  No, no and no.

But as I was driving away, I thought about the owner of the Arabian I used to exercise.  He had a foal, who at five months could jump a four foot fence. I just about had a heart attack the first time I saw her do it.  I went to the owner and said, "You know with that kind of talent and natural ability, you really should send her, when she's older, to someone who could make the most of her.  Give her a job she will love and excel at. He looked at me, and said, "Maia she was born on this farm and she will die on this farm."  The last time I saw her, she was close to seventeen hands and a beautiful paint.  She was also bored out of her mind.

I know I don't have to do anything today, but I suspect the time will come when I will.  I was sort of hoping we could both learn western dressage. But you never know.

PS:  If I were starting out with photo editing software I'd buy Photoshop Elements and the book PS Elements for Digital Photographers.