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Sept 13, 2010. 7:28 AM EST

Canon EOS 7D

ISO: 200, 50mm, 1/100 sec, f’/3.5

Lens: Canon EF 50mm f/1.4 USM

Lightroom3: Contrast/Brightness adj

3 responses

  1. marc

    This picture reminds me of the time I went to my nephew’s wedding in Wyoming, which was held ‘down by the crick’ (as in creek, of course) and (knowingly?) the horses came down from the mountains and stood waiting for Michael and Katie to come out from the ranch house. It was magical. Plus, I must admit I love Buckskins. All three are beautiful, but there’s a special place in my heart for buckskins. Well, and Sorrels. Hmm, and Chestnuts. And Bays. Now that I think of it, I’m very partial to Appaloosas. I could go on…but nuff said. I like this pic-

    February 23, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    • This is the scene that used to greet me almost every morning in the summer and fall … all three horses just waiting for me to open the back door and head out to feed them. No pressure or anything …

      Seems like everyone loves a buckskin. I’d give this guy away in a heartbeat. Easy on the eyes, but not my cup of tea.

      Thanks for looking!

      February 24, 2011 at 9:34 AM

  2. marc

    What I didn’t say about my buckskin, Cheryl, was that he was stupid as a stick. Or, not! Turns out I rarely rode him because he wanted to be just another pretty face but don’t ask me to do ANYTHING! I got him because he was a ‘friend’ of a chestnut I had. I sold him after about a year…perhaps it runs in the buckskin family, eh?

    February 24, 2011 at 12:35 PM

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