pony

27 October, 2013 at 1:03 am (life) (, , , , , , )

This was my favourite shot walking home from a horse fair, a most adorable pony tired at the end of a long day.

Although I don’t own a horse I come from a long line of horse people and enjoy going to the fairs when I’m near one.

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work

27 April, 2010 at 6:01 am (family, life, not so ancient devices, work) (, , , , , , , )

Instead of working on art I am being a dutiful child and scanning ancient family photos, which takes a lot of time but is interesting. I hadn’t seen steam-powered tractors before, I like how complicated this one looks. And what is flinging that hay, a haybuchet?

Apologies for the terrible joke, just one of a zillion things that go through the mind during hours of scan, label, file, repeat.

There is also time to think about how different my life is from theirs. Some years before these photos were taken some of the people in them walked 2400 km to a new life, then there was another big shift to another new life, the one I am looking at. I can’t even imagine co-ordinating walking entire families that far, through whatever weather, eating only bread, cider and sour milk offered by strangers along the road. And how to even find the right roads, without all the handy street signs we have today?

Besides a good map I think I’d want a series of serious foot massages.

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market

2 October, 2008 at 6:22 pm (family) (, , , , , , , , , )

Two shots of the market in my mom’s town, taken by a friend, Derek.  I was never really a dapple grey person, but I really like that horse.  My great-grandfather’s horses consistently took top awards, the ancient amulets I’ve seen from where our ancestors lived are suns or horses (or both), all my cousins had horses, but my mother is somehow immune to their charms (and that of any other animal).  I’ve been reading my great-grandmother’s journal where she writes about how she gets so absorbed by reading that she doesn’t want to eat or sleep until she finishes a good book, which I completely understand.  I have never read a book while riding a horse though.

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