Thursday, May 15, 2008
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Pearly morning light is what I felt in this piece. Relaxing contentedly, enjoying the bird calls and savoring the warming, aromatic air. A lone horse? Probably not. Just dozing in semi-solitude, being a horse.
"Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me - the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs - little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory. ~Wynford Vaughan-Thomas