Did this roving pony and photographer visit your neighborhood when you were a kid?
My brother Tim. He didn't need any props from the photographer. He came fully dressed in his Hopalong Cassidy outfit he got for Christmas. He wore it until it was either worn out or outgrown, I can't remember which.
Tim's inner and outer cowboy, back in the saddle again.
I wore my own clothes but the hat was probably a prop. I don't remember ever wanting to be a cowgirl. My brother always got up a little bit earlier than I did on Saturday mornings and I was forced to watch Cowboys and Indians because he beat me to the TV.
My inner cowgirl. I've never been at home in the saddle.