I had just finished talking to the young man about taking photographs on his father’s farm. As I started to get into my vehicle, I spotted the man at the gate to a ranging hillside pasture. This stunning pair of steeds trotted down to greet their friend. Since he had given me permission to shoot photos, I had to take this scene. I doubt that the man thought he and his beautiful horses would be my first photo.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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How beautiful. I’m sure these are the kind of photo opportunities photographers such as your self live for. Nice job Bruce, as always.
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How beautiful. I’m sure these are the kind of photo opportunities photographers such as your self live for. Nice job Bruce, as always.
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Thank you, Pamela. The best part is that they are spontaneous and you only have a moment to capture the scene before it changes.
Thanks, again.
Bruce
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