Somebody else gets it. How I can be moved to tears by the sight of horses. It's a very difficult if not impossible thing to explain to someone who doesn't get it - it's the movement, the grace, the communication between the horse and the person, the power.. none of these words are right. So, usually, I don't bother. But there are other people who get it. It's nice to know that. *hugs Polly* I had almost delegated it to the Things That Make Tats A Freak basket. Also, as an extra added bonus, I have 900 photos to go through. I'm expecting there will be several publishable ones in that lot. So, big ups to notabouthim and his obsesso-camera-clicking. Photos of horses are up there with mix tapes as far as I'm concerned in the list of Cool Things You Can Do For People.
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The Giving Tree is progressing. Sadly, last night my head was full of horses so my contributions were distracted at best. Luckily there is a core group of people-who-aren't-distracted-by-ungulate
This weekend I should pin up flyers for sheep shearing. And there will be dancing. I'm trying to decide if I should wear the Funky Pants of Textural Variety. That may be a bit weird.
Hang on. Weird. I like weird. 'Sides, if any pants can make you want to dance, it's these ones. Hmm....
Having a head full of horses is quite nice. The one pictured is a Friesian. They are much sexier than friesian cows, oh yes.