THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Sally and Orange Marmalade....

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Sally and Orange Marmalade....

Today I want to show you the work of Sally H. . I believe this was her second drawing.

Orange was a past resident of Skoog Farm and Sally knew him well.

The end!

5 comments:

ann @ studiohyde said...: Do tell Sally that her coloured pencil work is excellent :); March 12, 2013 at 5:29 PM
Willow said...: Really nice work. A lot of art inspiration I have found today. Just started sketching again myself when I saw a 10 minute warm up sketch promt in this mornings blog stroll , and posted of it as well as linked in. Sally does beautiful work.; March 12, 2013 at 6:09 PM
Sharon Creech said...: Especially love the hand holding pencils, and always love to see a drawing take shape.; March 12, 2013 at 7:19 PM
Mary said...: Oh i'm definitely in love. With drawing and kitty!; March 12, 2013 at 8:38 PM
MTWaggin said...: Still just in awe of your students and their work!; March 13, 2013 at 9:59 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

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Sally and Orange Marmalade....

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