This one feels especially personal to me because Western Horseman was part of my life long before photography became my work. I read Western Horseman as a kid, and like so many horse girls, I looked through those pages with a lot of admiration for the western world, the horses, the people, and the stories that came with it. So to be recognized by a publication I grew up reading is not something I take lightly. It means a lot.
Read MoreI remember wrapping my hands in the mane of the horse and holding on for dear life as the horses galloped as a herd. Me blind in the dark as we launched into the woods. The lane was narrow and I remember feeling an occasional brush of another horse's body against my leg as we bounded in and out of the potholes.
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