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Horse a piece

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I don’t know much about horses (Equus ferus caballus).

I do know that they’re large, and they’ve been on the planet for a long time…domesticated since 4,000 BC (who doesn’t love wikipedia?)

Some are brown. Some are black.  Some are white.  An Appaloosa has spots.

They go “neigh, neigh,” and in the winter they can pull a sleigh (usually with bells on)…I’ve even seen great big horses pulling carts of beer through the snow (on television often during Budweiser commercials).

I have ridden a horse a couple times in my life.  Usually under duress and at a management team-building retreat.  It’s always scary (because I’m a city girl…and where are the brakes on those things anyway?)

That doesn’t mean that I don’t find horses and all the accoutrements beautiful.  I do.

I didn’t have to look far to find these two photogenic horses…they were prancing around the training ring at our neighborhood park.  One of them was adjusting to a new bridle something or other.  And they posed for me.

For those of you who thought you were going to read about Bar Dice and shots…yer buyin’, eh!

Today, it was white

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It snowed in Denver today.  The first white snow of the season is always bittersweet…beautiful to look at, but it’s messy driving. The still leafed-out trees weighed down with nature’s white burden caused power-related problems, broken trees and insurance claims.

It was still pretty – the white, that is.

According to empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com, the color WHITE is significant because it symbolizes “innocence and purity. White is the beginning of everything, before anything is muddied or thinking is ‘colored’.  White represents the clean slate, helping us through times of stress, and allowing us to put the past behind us and preparing us to move on. White represents the positive as well as the negative aspects of all colors. It contains an equal balance of all the colors of the spectrum.”

Rest easy, snow-bound compatriots; after all, white is just another color.  White means so much more than snow.

In fact, I am posting photographs of things that are white, but not snow –  just to prove my point!  

 

 

The local wildlife scene

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I haven’t been to a zoo in years.  Maybe more.  Not by chance, by choice.

But, today I decided the zoo would be a picture perfect way to spend a picture perfect autumn afternoon in Denver.  The temperature was in the high 70’s. The sky radiant in brilliant blue punctuated with high, wispy white clouds.  The perfect opportunity to try to capture (!) animals with my camera.  So off I went.

I saw lions (all hiding in the tall grass, their faces to the wall), and tigers (mostly sleeping inside having just eaten a gigantic lunch no doubt), and bears (I actually didn’t see one bear except the cute white one which I did manage to photograph – in fact, I’m fairly certain that my chances of seeing a real bear are better on the local hiking trails than at the zoo – just sayin’).

Monkeys are impossible to photograph because they won’t hold still.  Cute as they are, I don’t think they like being photographed – they’ve probably all agreed.

Peacocks know they’re the most prized of all photographic subjects at the zoo once they care to show their hand – but they don’t.  Care.  To show their hand.  Instead, they lure amateur camera bugs into following them around countless baby strollers and under picnic tables in the hopes that a full panorama of peacock beauty will be presented.  It won’t.  Sigh.

Chain link fences and slobber-covered, plexi-glass panels separated me from dozens of precious “animal planet” expressions…countless missed National Geographic-caliber shots, I’m sure.  But I did manage a few shots that I consider worth sharing with you.

Oh, and this is directed to one dad in particular, camels are not pachyderms.

Vignettes from a ghost town

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On a wonderful summertime trip with two dear friends, we visited St. Elmo – one of Colorado’s best-preserved ghost towns. Legend has it the town is still haunted by its founding daughter, Annabelle Stark. Maybe you can see her peering through the grimy window of the old hotel? Or glimpse her reflection in the remnants of still-gleaming glass bottles long ago abandoned in the barnyard? And if you’re very still, perhaps you can even hear the sound of her clicking footsteps on the creaky old wooden boards of the sidewalk as she shuffles along keeping her ghostly watch on the town.

I’m pretty sure I saw her!