THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SUNDAY STILLS

Sunday, March 22, 2009

SUNDAY STILLS - LINES....

10 comments:

Cheryl Ann said...: Once again, BEAUTIFUL photos! Hey, hubby is from Western Pennsylvania, near Erie! A little town called Meadville. We were up your way a few years ago. I LOVED western NY! Very pretty country...good farm land! Have a great Sunday!
Take care!
~~Cheryl Ann~~; March 22, 2009 at 11:24 AM
MariesImages said...: These are all excellent images for lines. Ü
Marie; March 22, 2009 at 11:39 AM
Andrea said...: Excellent photos for Sunday Stills!! :); March 22, 2009 at 12:30 PM
J9 said...: I love the fence! and the ruts in the mud - well done!; March 22, 2009 at 1:09 PM
Patches said...: Beautiful shots!; March 22, 2009 at 1:44 PM
gtyyup said...: Very nicely done!! Love the tree's reflection...it's got just enough of a wiggle to make it really interesting.; March 22, 2009 at 2:03 PM
The Wife said...: Is that ice on the first photo? I think the reflection pic is my fav. Great job!; March 22, 2009 at 7:06 PM
Flo said...: Fabulous photos!! Love the reflections.

Mine is up over at my photo blog.; March 22, 2009 at 9:47 PM
Kelly said...: Love the dirt path! Great photos!; March 22, 2009 at 10:48 PM
Far Side of Fifty said...: Hi Lori, A great series of lines, I am a country girl..love the tracks:); March 23, 2009 at 4:11 PM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

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Sunday, March 22, 2009

SUNDAY STILLS - LINES....

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