So my camera screen has been broken in that you have to *gasp* look through the viewfinder. I also took some supurb photos of our 1985 mare but they prominently featurered my glove. I cannot imagine going back to using film. My skinniest horse... I fretted about her weight all summer 2 summers ago, turns out like magic she porks up come winter time. Standing in a stripped stall because I was going to take pictures of her feet before a new farrier came... those sucked though. Saint Bar Fatass Broomtail... He will be making my butt look small all next summer (by comparision, I mean). Although DW said if I entered him with that name I didn't want to know what DW would write for my name when we did entries. For some reason, this horse was just seeming gigantic to me the other night. He's 15.3, Sassy, my usual horse is 15.0 1/2... I guess that's all. I rode him around in that barn alley. Exhibiting both bones (in his legs, sure as hell can't find em elsewhere) and mud.