What a clever title, I know.
Tuesday.
I've never spent much time at our barns, which is funny, because I rode for years.
Wednesday.Somehow I always found myself walking there at what I like to call "magic hour," around 4 p.m., when everything is golden.
Thursday.Scent is so potent, so intertwined with memory. For me, the sharp, sort of acrid smell of a barn will always be comforting.
Friday.
For some bizarre reason, I used to enjoy cleaning horses' hooves. It's also strange to think that a hoof is basically one enormous fingernail. Kind of gross, actually.
Saturday.By this time, the horses were used to the sound of my camera, and I think they began to shun me when they realized I wasn't going to feed them.
Sunday.How do these equine majors get any work done when they own a horse that lives at school with them? Read a textbook or play with my enormous pet? Is that even a contest?
Monday.Warning: Never go to the barns at night if you've seen Woman in Black (which was a pretty terrible movie). Even the normally adorable ponies look creepy as hell. This building in particular is just teeming with evil.
Tuesday.
No treats for you, Marquesa.
Sarah,
ReplyDeleteI know I've said this before, but you have a great eye. That is a gift. It cannot be learned. Your senses of color, composition and contrast are very well developed. I looked at these when they were due, and looking at them again today I noticed stuff I hadn't seen before. For example, the photo with the parking sign -- I had become stuck on the sign and hadn't looked beyond it to the very cool reflection in the window. This is a talent that will serve you very well.
Sandy