Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Rime of the Ancient Equestrian

The yard is shrouded on this frosty morn.
The foghorn sounds its baleful tone.
Crystals adorn; the world is transformed.
 

 










 



The pictures were taken on a wonderfully foggy day last week...or was it the week before?! It just took me a bit of poop scooping (when I do my best thinking) to figure out what to say to express the beauty of that morning!

2 comments:

  1. Poop scooping is the best time to think things through, and you came up with the perfect title. I'm very intrigued by the frost on the ponies. I don't think I have ever seen that before. It's great proof of the insulating quality of a horse's fur, isn't it? There isn't enough heat escaping to melt that frost.

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  2. You are right, Louise. Their fur is very insulating. When it snows, they will 'wear' a blanket of snow and will be dry underneath.

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