As tempting as it is to just bust out, "because I'm a bloody amazing photographer, bitches!" the truth is that Courage is a natural model. He's really, really, really ridiculously good looking and it's all the freaking time. That poses some natural challenges for me, his human accompaniment. Here is a list of some of them.
1) I'm not a super model.
Unlike Courage, I have lumps and bad hair days and sometimes, my outfit just isn't cutting it.
|one of us is killing it|
I mean, I love my hoodie and I'm fine with spending more time dressing C than myself every day of the week, but it does make for some unflattering contrasts.
2) Everywhere we go, he gets recognized.
I mean. It's fine. I know I'm his primary admirer and I'm the one who makes him famous, but basically every time the horse goes out in public, I hear "ooooooh look that's Courage".
|he always makes a splash|
Do you know how many times I have been recognized in public? One.
3) He requires an extensive wardrobe.
You ordinary, average horse just wears whatever and nobody notices.
|yes more than one fully custom bridle|
Courage is just so eye-catching and distinctive that I have a public duty to keep him in a steady lineup of finery.
4) He needs more out of photographers.
With Courage, I don't need some out-of-focus ass shot from that awkward moment in trot where it looks like the horse has two legs as sad proof of his existence.
No. I need a PHOTOGRAPHER, someone who has high standards, excellent taste, and an eye for magic. Oh, and they have to like us enough that I can afford them, since all-out, pro-level photo shoots are just not in the budget every week.
5) It never stops.
I can get all dolled up and look cute for a couple hours (hey, be nice), but then I revert to normal, you know? I think Carhartts are a good fashion statement.
Whether Courage has pro lighting and accompaniment or he's just standing in his stall waiting for me to get my act together, he looks amazing. Like. Knock it off already.
|just posing like nbd|