It seems to be a right of passage for a little girl to request a pony from her parents, and admittedly the majority of said little girls never actually receive the pony…
To those who know me it is no secret I have spent the last decade as a rodeo photographer. Those long nights in rodeo pens, covered in sweat and dust is where I learned to be a better photographer in terrible light situations. It is where I learned stop action capturing, panning, artistic shots vs photojournalistic and so much more….
Last weekend I helped out as a photographer for the first year of my friends Pass the Torch Leadership Camp which feature trick riding clinics designed to pass his knowledge of the equestrian thrill event of trick and roman riding to the next generation.
While I am busy working on edits from the camp my contribution was working on the marketing angle so this is something he can do again year to year.
As a college student a dream of mine had been to study abroad. My challenge was selecting the where, which I struggled with long and hard until Semester at Sea came on my radar. It was a semester long program on a cruise ship traveling the world!
Yep, that’s right multiple countries!
My dream come true, and in Fall of 2012 I embarked on that travel adventure, I made many friends, learned a lot about myself and photography (I was a photographers assistant on-board!)
So a few weeks ago I made available a free ebook which I hope you all have grabbed!…I have been hard at work on my physical book- Moments of Rodeo is set to be made available for purchase in June of this year! (Excitement, clapping, bouncing, and much dancing!) If you follow me on instagram chances are you have seen a lot of my rodeo photography work, as I have been very active on sharing it with the instastratosphere and as much as I love the digital world nothing beats holding a print in my hand.
As a childly earliest memory is laying on my grandparents living room floor with orange shag carpet, is to late evening the tv plays cartoons as my parents and grandparents sit around the shiny wood dining room table cards in their hands, drinks to the side and the smell of my paps cigar smoke in the air.