It started with a fortuitous drop of a radish into the split-leather pouch of my trusty slingshot. Fast forward two decades. This is a running compilation of snapshots and notes from days gone by.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Can I get a minute?
Me: Steady fella. Mr. Horse: Can I get a minute? Me: Beautiful horsey. This will be a great shot. Mr. Horse: Seriously. Just give me a minute. Me: Hold that... Mr. Horse: Not yet, I just need a.. click
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