It was the dead of summer, and my (at the time) 9 year old daughter and I we tearing a dusty trail up a gravel road in my old Wrangler. We were headed back to our camping spot in the Snowy Range of southeastern Wyoming when I saw several horses grazing in a field. We stopped and I grabbed my camera. As I approached the barbed wire fence at the road’s edge, the horses all stopped eating and looked at us. I don’t know if they like people in general or just trusted people who drove Jeeps, but they sauntered over to the fence and posed for us for a while.
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I've been taking pictures since I was old enough to be trusted with my father's old Leica. I must have been ten years old. The old man never let me use a light meter, insisting that I gauge my settings by eyeballing the sky. Of course, my photos were often under or over-exposed, because it's very difficult to make those sorts of judgments with any accuracy. There's a reason they make light meters. It did teach me about shutter speed, film speed, and aperture, though. These days, my camera does the calculating, of course, but it's helpful to know these things... and to break the rules to your advantage.
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