THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Sunday Stills

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Sunday Stills - No Zoom

Straight out the car window.....

We live in a very flat area!

To view more shots, click on Sunday Stills in my sidebar.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...: Lovely! :); June 30, 2013 at 10:20 AM
The Dancing Donkey said...: As seen from the back of a galloping horse? Neat shots:); June 30, 2013 at 11:11 AM
Anonymous said...: Great photos Lori!; June 30, 2013 at 2:43 PM
ann @ studiohyde said...: Very good stills :); June 30, 2013 at 2:47 PM
Strawberry Lane said...: Beautiful! Love the blue sky!; June 30, 2013 at 3:54 PM
Ed said...: Zoom, Zoom...Great shots..:-); June 30, 2013 at 5:07 PM
Grey Horse Matters said...: A very pretty area. Nice shots of the very blue sky. Haven't seen one of those around here in a long time.; June 30, 2013 at 7:13 PM
Anonymous said...: Nice looking countryside. Love the horse banner.; June 30, 2013 at 8:07 PM
Anonymous said...: I really like the banner shot of the horse.; June 30, 2013 at 8:08 PM
Terry said...: Fun challenge!; June 30, 2013 at 9:34 PM
Gayle said...: I guess I didn't realize how flat it is. I'm surrounded by mountains and live on a hill. Flat is foreign to me.; July 3, 2013 at 4:07 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, June 30, 2013

Sunday Stills - No Zoom

11 comments: