THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SUNDAY STILLS

Sunday, July 26, 2009

SUNDAY STILLS - TOYS

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Can't get my act together for this one. Some of the others I have seen are spectacular! Like
Laughing Orca! Wow.

9 comments:

thecrazysheeplady said...: Love the top shot!; July 26, 2009 at 4:18 PM
Laughing Orca Ranch said...: Well...gee! Thanks for the kudos. hehe!

I love your horsie themed toys, but the frog toy made me snort out loud! (not pretty, I assure you. lol!)

I also like those old paint peeled truck toys, too. They have such an old worm antique look. Very cool!

~Lisa; July 26, 2009 at 4:29 PM
CTG Ponies said...: Very nice!; July 26, 2009 at 4:43 PM
Kelly said...: Love the last photo...classic toys!; July 26, 2009 at 4:54 PM
Ed said...: Love the old trucks, the froggy is too cute..:-); July 26, 2009 at 6:53 PM
Anonymous said...: you did great, the exposure on the last one is perfect for that photograph
well done :); July 26, 2009 at 7:15 PM
Tammy Vasa said...: That first toy is amazing! Great shot!; July 26, 2009 at 7:17 PM
J9 said...: Love the old toy trucks!; July 26, 2009 at 7:53 PM
Far Side of Fifty said...: I also love the old trucks! great Photos! :); August 2, 2009 at 2:05 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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Sunday, July 26, 2009

SUNDAY STILLS - TOYS

9 comments: