"Remember me" sessions are a celebration of these unspoken bonds. They are a tribute to the horse that introduced your children to the world of riding, offering them their first taste of responsibility, trust, and the unbridled joy of equestrian life. These sessions honor the horse that has always been your reliable confidant, the one you could count on for safety, comfort, and an understanding beyond words. The place you disappeared to when life got a little rough and the barn was your place of calm.
Read MoreI had the absolute privilege to work with Siera and her horse, Dutchess for a recent equine and equestrian photography session held in Eustis, FL. Siera got up really early to meet with hair and makeup specialist, Kira of Onsite Muse and was looking STUNNING in a red dress when I arrived onsite just after sunrise.
Read MorePhotographing Amber and Emily with their sweet horses was a special treat for me! I had photographed Amber at previous horse show events, but have never had the opportunity to photograph her sister Emily and NEVER in the context of an equine photography session. So it was a real pleasure to head out to their little farm located here in St. Augustine, FL to spend some time with them and their horses.
Read MoreTimes change. Seasons change. Lives change.
You always knew you couldn’t keep him forever. Time to move on to a new chapter in your life that didn’t include a horse.
A mystical horse you’d never forget. For the rest of your life.
Your wonderful husband gifted you with a “Remember Me” photo session with a professional equine photographer in Florida to capture as many memories as possible before it was time to say goodbye.
Read MoreThink about the photos that have been passed down to you… some are in photo albums or manila envelopes. Some are stacked in a shoebox. Some may be in frames and falling apart. But, some are in classic well-built frames, surviving moves, and handling. That’s the kind of frame you want to leave to your loved ones. Solid. Classic. And built for longevity.
Read MoreI remember wrapping my hands in the mane of the horse and holding on for dear life as the horses galloped as a herd. Me blind in the dark as we launched into the woods. The lane was narrow and I remember feeling an occasional brush of another horse's body against my leg as we bounded in and out of the potholes.
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