poetry

"He's of the colour of the nutmeg.  And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts."  ~William Shakespeare, Henry V

Horses are my favorite animals. How I came to choose a passion for photography to go alongside my affinity for cats and horses (two of the most difficult-to-photograph animals) I have no idea. . . .

After my ill-fated attempts at getting swamp bird pictures yesterday, I stopped to visit my horse, Drem (short for Dreamer). She winters with the neighbors' horse, Splash, across the road and I walk up to work with her daily. Since I had my camera with me I decided to take some pictures--hoping they'd turn out more successfully than the rest of my afternoon attempts. I think they did.


It's said that a horse is poetry in motion. With a still camera, it's hard to capture the motion, but I can always capture the poetry.

 

This is Drem--11 year old Quarter Horse mare, 14.3 hands tall. I love her to death! Below, Drem is grazing with Splash, her stablemate.