It’s been forever since I posted an equine study post. Too long if you ask me. It’s because I don’t take my camera to the farm much and most my horse photos are bad quality cell phone photos taken in harsh sun.
So imagine, I go out to the farm, it’s my birthday, and the only horse that will let me take good pictures of him is Casper. My horse? He was either trying to eat my camera or so angry that I wasn’t letting him eat my camera that he wouldn’t face me. It was really rewarding.
Anyways, a little about this beauty to go along with the photos. Casper’s person is a soon to be middle school girl who is amazing, she has him trained better than I have D’Artagnan. His name is also much easier to pronounce and has a clear inspiration source.
I actually like that about D’Artagnan’s name. I named him when I was fourteen, because my sister said a few month earlier that I should name him that while watching The Three Musketeers. I had told her that I wasn’t going to, but then somehow standing in front of him I couldn’t come up with anything better. So I named him D’Artagnan, and the beautiful thing is I grew into his name. At fourteen I was big on reading, but I wasn’t really well read. So how fitting is it that I became an English major with a horse named after a character from such classic literature?
If the question is what are my favorite things to photograph, I bet anyone who has even thought about looking at the blog could answer
- My horse
Now that I have kittens they can be included, but to be honest they don’t sit nearly as nice for the camera as D’Artagnan (Dar-tan-yon). In fact, the only time I have problems with this horse and photos is when he is respectively trying to eat the camera. But, I mean, who wouldn’t want to do that?
Sometimes I wonder if my readers get tired of horse pictures, or more importantly, one horse over and over again. Sometimes I think about taking a break from the horse photos, and sometimes I actually do. But these creatures are so stunning that I could study one for years and not get tired of it. I’m not just saying this about my boy, either, though he is the love of my life.
Horses have long been these figures of grace and power. If you own one or spend time with them, you know that’s not always the case. (Hint: My horse has literally been afraid of a butterfly before) But there is something to be said about that statement.
I’m sorry the blog content has been lacking a bit this past week or so, exam week crushed me this year and I’m just starting to bounce back in time for Christmas. So, it will pick up a little bit, I promise. I’ve got some bigger stuff in the works. Until then I leave you with my favorite photo subject along with these past posts to keep you inspired.
Had you asked me a few years ago if I liked goats I probably would have said I was indifferent, but I have to say, these little guys are growing on me steadily. Hence why I sneak off to the farm to take pictures of them during crunch time at the end of the semester.
Now, as for exam week- it’s kicking my ass.