Some people love the smell of cinnamon rolls or freshly baked cookies. Maybe even roses. Me, I LOVE the smell of horse breath. As a little girl I would run into the barn and find my horse chewing on a mouthful of alfalfa. She would reach her head over the top of her stall and gently nudge me with her muzzle. I loved how her whiskers would tickle my cheek. Then, we would stand there, smelling each other. I loved the sweet smell of her breath. She would blow her deep horse breath  on my face and I reveled in it. While out on a shoot recently I saw this woman riding through the park. Childhood memories of long summer afternoons with my Mariah came back to me. It is amazing how quickly life changes...