THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SKYWATCH FRIDAY

Friday, November 13, 2009

SKYWATCH FRIDAY

This week at Skoog Farm.

My favorite shot (above). Foggy sunrise.

To view more beautiful skies around the world: http://skyley.blogspot.com

13 comments:

Esther Garvi said...: Oh... those two last ones are brilliant!!; November 13, 2009 at 3:27 AM
Esther Garvi said...: What a beautiful sky! The two last images are simply gorgeous...; November 13, 2009 at 3:29 AM
diane b said...: It is starting to look like a wintery sky. Harsh but with pretty colours.; November 13, 2009 at 5:11 AM
mj said...: Nice ... my favorite too, the foggy sunrise!; November 13, 2009 at 9:18 AM
Jennifer MacNeill said...: Gorgeous!; November 13, 2009 at 11:20 AM
Tussy said...: What a variety of skies you have!; November 13, 2009 at 11:33 AM
benikos place said...: Fantastic shots!!!congratulations :)); November 13, 2009 at 1:01 PM
Joe Todd said...: Hard to pick a favorite from those great photos; November 13, 2009 at 4:25 PM
Greg Dimitriadis said...: The foggy sunrise is amazing!; November 13, 2009 at 4:47 PM
Unknown said...: your favorite is mine as well. absolutely gorgeous!; November 13, 2009 at 7:10 PM
eileeninmd said...: Wonderful photos, and hard to pick a favorite. I love them all.; November 13, 2009 at 8:27 PM
Japa said...: Great shots and I liked the fourth frame, the reflection of golden glow on the water is beautifully captured.

Have a great weekend! My post is here Cbanga360; November 13, 2009 at 8:49 PM
Magical Mystical Teacher said...: Morning mists rising
like ten thousand-thousand wraiths—
holy soft embrace.

My Sky; November 14, 2009 at 3:58 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.....

Followers

Friday, November 13, 2009

SKYWATCH FRIDAY

13 comments: