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Michele
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I got my first camera, a Kodak Instamatic, for my 11th birthday. A few years later, my stepfather gave me his old Brownie Bulls-Eye, and my interest in photography flourished.
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My first horse was a bad-tempered, hard-mouthed, injury-prone Palomino ex-rodeo bronc called April. She keeled over from a heart attack a month after I sold her. The guy that bought her was pretty philosophical about it. We became good friends.
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Eventually, I got involved in showing Arabian halter and performance horses. I discovered that my talents lay behind the scenes (excellent work rider, useless in the show ring) and behind the lens.
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Things like going to college and earning a living interrupted my close association with horses for a while, but now I am thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to combine two of my great loves, photography and horses. If I could find a way to fit baseball into the mix, it would be perfect.
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After the only wedding shoot we'll ever do.
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Mark
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It was a sad day for me when they said I was too big to go trekking on the Icelandic ponies any more. We used to ride for hours through the Pentland Hills just South of Edinburgh when I was growing up.
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Soon after that I turned ten and got a camera for Christmas; I've never been without one since. Back in the bad old days, I used to say my final act would be photographing an incoming ICBM. That doesn't seem quite so likely now, but I'm always ready to take your picture.
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When I'm not taking pictures, I like cooking, reading, and playing with computers, keyboards, guitars, or bits of wood.
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