THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE

Sunday, January 30, 2011

SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE - CIRCLES

Pasta plates.

The hoop in the horse's paddock.

Irish Drum.

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12 comments:

Ed said...: Excellent choices but I really like the pasta plates shot best..:-); January 30, 2011 at 11:00 AM
Anonymous said...: Well done, the dining table was really lovely, what time is dinner? :); January 30, 2011 at 11:15 AM
flowerweaver said...: I like the perspective on the basketball hoop. Um, do the horses play? (BTW love your music selection!); January 30, 2011 at 11:37 AM
Ebie said...: I love your place setting! The black table brings out the colors!

Sunday Stills - Circles; January 30, 2011 at 11:58 AM
Liesl said...: Your dining table looks lovely! Hope you enjoyed your dinner!; January 30, 2011 at 2:16 PM
Sharon Creech said...: The drum cover looks like the moon. Love these 'themed' photos.; January 30, 2011 at 3:44 PM
Laughing Orca Ranch said...: Great take on the challenge!

~Lisa; January 30, 2011 at 3:47 PM
Susan Ellis said...: Nicely done! Love the hoop dream and the drum.; January 30, 2011 at 6:03 PM
Terry said...: The music is perfect.; January 30, 2011 at 10:13 PM
Judy Johnson said...: I think the basketball hoop is really cool! Good job!; January 30, 2011 at 10:38 PM
diane b said...: I'm ready to sit at that inviting table for some pasta.; January 31, 2011 at 2:01 AM
Shirley said...: Nice table setting!; January 31, 2011 at 1:50 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, January 30, 2011

SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE - CIRCLES

12 comments: