We arrived home in a heap of dust, smelling like manure and horse and saddle. (Love those smells.)Bean plopped down in the door way and I pulled off her borrowed boots and dust caked denims.
The day was fading and the light outside was lingering. So we two, the boots and I, parked on my front step for a while.
It was a Thursday's still life painted in pixels on the sensor of my trusty camera.
FYI, I call this series: Cowgirl Boots
(That's just so y'all know in case my life should ever be taken before I get to publish some cool coffee table photography book or hang my pieces in the MOMA.)
