A handful of horses
On my way north to spend the holiday with my kids and grandkids, I stopped to make some photos of a fence line, a brooding sky, and a little bit of mountain range. These folks must have spied me from their distance and decided to come check me out….
In the first photos with the fence line (not published, but previous to the above image), I couldn’t even see the horses…then they appeared as just dots.
And then they were there, a nice little greeting party come to say Hello.
I was pleasantly surprised when I was able to upload the photos and found that even the ones that captured the horses’ movement were not blurry.
The lighter colored one to the left was actually jumping around and kicking her back legs into the air.
The horses never came closer than probably 50-75 yards from me, so the nearer images were enabled by the zoom feature on the camera.
The below photo was probably taken more than 100 yards away. This horse, below, had something wrong with a back leg and could be seen limping, so she was always lagging behind the rest of the group.
And as always seems to happen when photographing animals, these folks also turned their backs and walked away.
And this last one for context…you can probably discern part of the fourth horse with the far left one…and the golden colored horse is still out of frame, she was that far behind the rest of them.
That’s it folks…I’ve attempted to capture some nice images of horses along the freeway during my dozens of earlier trips to and from Utah, and these are the best to date.
North from Las Vegas
Heading north for the holidays. The expectation was for showers and snow on the route I would normally have taken, US 89 north from Flagstaff, so I went north from Kingman to Las Vegas, and then further toward Salt Lake City for the holidays. My first road trip in a solid year…first photo excursion in the same time…and was gifted with too many things to capture, but here we are.
iPhound art.
Doorway words
Some of them got caught in her sweater as she left
And in the tangles of her yellow brown hair
Others landed on the slats of the open blinds in the window aslant
The heavier ones made it to the floor without floating out in the breeze of her passing
I have collected them, the ones I could find, the letters anyway
As the words themselves came apart in their falling
I planted them, too, in this late Fall, with ashes of hearts
And I hope to sit here in the Spring to watch them
Bloom again in their beautiful and storied shapes
Binding and healing and leaving their scent of nascent life
With stalks of sweet blown dirt and rain to soothe a torn soul
One that left a long time ago in other doorways and then
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