THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SKYWATCH #38

Thursday, April 2, 2009

SKYWATCH #38

We live on a horse farm. This evening when I was out picking the pastures, this is what I saw. I took the shots straight into the sun.... the effect seemed very silver and dramatic.

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9 comments:

2sweetnsaxy said...: Absolutely beautiful and ethereal looking. What a way to start the morning. :-); April 2, 2009 at 11:06 PM
Sally in WA said...: Very dramatic photos indeed. Wonderful shots!; April 3, 2009 at 1:10 AM
restoration42 said...: I just love looking at these photos of trees, sun, sky, and clouds. The intensity of the light behind the trees is very dramatic.; April 3, 2009 at 1:52 AM
Bryan said...: Great photos, but I have to ask. What are those black strands hanging from the house in the last two photos?; April 3, 2009 at 2:04 AM
CTG Ponies said...: Definitely very dramatic!; April 3, 2009 at 8:54 AM
Diary From Africa said...: What beautiful photo's, Lori - almost like you can reach out & touch heaven :); April 3, 2009 at 9:42 AM
Mariz said...: Wow! Looks very dramatic indeed. I loved the tree's silhouette, worked perfectly as foreground. Great photos. Thanks for the visit and enjoy your weekend!; April 3, 2009 at 11:56 AM
Deb said...: Ominous clouds, great photos; April 3, 2009 at 9:09 PM
Girl Tornado said...: Very beautiful and dramatic, lovely shots! :)

Very entertaining and lovely blog you have here... I love rural farm-type blogs,and yours fits the bill precisely!; April 9, 2009 at 10:02 AM

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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Thursday, April 2, 2009

SKYWATCH #38

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