Since I can remember, if I saw a horse, I wanted to be on it. I was born that way; it's in my blood. My great grandfather ran a livery stable in Ohio and I suppose those "horsey" genes were laying dormant until they popped up in his son's daughter's daughter with the family name, Miller, as her middle name. From mechanical horses outside grocery stores to trail horses in Phoenix, AZ (this picture), I rode any horse I could get my leg over with my blond pigtails bouncing, tennis shoes reaching for the stirrups, and a smile bunching my chubby cheeks.
Below are pictures playing as a chronicle of my life's love affair with the equine. Each horse a different song in my life's soundtrack. Please click on the pictures to read their story.
Below are pictures playing as a chronicle of my life's love affair with the equine. Each horse a different song in my life's soundtrack. Please click on the pictures to read their story.