More so than Melisa, I am a homebody . . . I like sitting semi-secure behind the wish-they-were-steel walls of our wish-it-were-on-another-planet house. I would call it a home, but no place has ever felt like “home”. Us two together form a home where ever we happen to be living at the moment, but it’s not the kind of home people associate with “belonging” somewhere.
This is where I could get deep and say “the universe is our home . . . “, but that’s just crazy; I ain’t even got an airplane, let alone a universe-crossing spaceship.
. . . maybe if I win the Galactic Combined Systems UltraMega Lotto . . .
Anyway, when we want to clear our minds, we do something that has me eager to leave the comfort of our house . . . we go for a drive. That’s what happened yesterday. We missed the colors (we’ve had a couple of snows, deep freezes, and high winds; not much left), but it’s nice to get out and see the sights. The route? Down I-25, up Hwy. 24 past Woodland Park to Florissant, then head down Teller County 1, pick up Teller County 11 to Rte. 9, and slam into Hwy. 50, heading to Canon City, pick up Hwy 115 back to Colorado Springs, and back home via Hwy 83 to avoid weekend traffic on I-25.
About 185 miles, and roughly 5 hours, counting stopping for photographs, stopping for fries, having a soft cone, and checking out the Canon Goodwill store (got me a neat Star Trek book, and a Far Side collection I did not have).
After loading our meager snacks (salami and cheese sandwiches, graham crackers, protein bars, chips, cheese, dried pineapples, and a few things I don’t remember and no longer exist), we made a couple of lattes (in addition to the large thermos of coffee), and headed off.
Colorado is horse country . . . if you are driving, even in the middle of Colorado Springs, you are likely to see horses. Horses normally stare at you, or graze, or just stand there.
Yesterday we were in luck. Not only did we see riders . . .
But there was a horse in an enclosure next to where they were riding.
It was very attentive of the three riders . . . and then . . .
Actually, that’s unnecessarily dramatic. I stopped the car, parking on the side of the road, because the horse was rather animated, pacing in small circles. It ran off behind a hill, and I thought I had missed all the action, but it came back, and then gave me the show.
For those wondering why no actual movie, I did not have time to set up the tripod, nor to work out the proper focus and settings. I just snapped away. I would have had longer animations, but the D7000 has a limited buffer (thanks Nikon; you do many things well, but in other things you suck).
Well, lookie there . . . all four hooves off the ground. I’m repeating the July 15, 1878 animation of photographs used to unequivocally prove horses get all their hooves off the ground in full gallop (read all about it HERE). The horse’s name was Sallie Gardner . . . I don’t know the name of this horse.
By the way, all of the frames can be viewed in the associated SmugMug Gallery (HERE), where you can see the individual details of the horse running. The animations are also there, but at full resolution. However, those clips don’t loop, and they are very short (5-7 seconds)
BUT WAIT . . . a little farther up, in another enclosure, another horse was also very interested in the riders.
It started galloping as well . . .
Then something spooked it . . . this happened at exactly the same time I snapped the shutter, and for a moment I thought it must have heard it, but I think it was a car that went by. The horse did a quick 180 . . .
. . . and headed back to its starting point . . .
But then . . .
I think the other horse had nicer coloring, but I liked this horse more. For one thing, it has blue eyes. I’ve never seen that in a horse, but then I am not around horses much.
Yes, these individual photos, as well as the full frame animation, are available in the SmugMug Gallery (all of them, including the following ones, are there, so I won’t repeat it).
And here is this little drama in all its glory . . .
The blue-eyed horse galloped back to its original vantage point, again going by me. Here is the full body animated shots . . .
Here you can clearly see the lighter eyes. Before I did the above, I had done a cropped version . . .
Now, I don’t know about my readers (even the ones who made it this far), but I think that’s cool.
Here are a few stills . . .
BUT WAIT! . . . we are not done yet!
Remember the other horse? Well, it came running back toward the road.
The sucker was moving! And yes, you saw correctly. It did a high kick on the run. Here are the frames in sequence:
The SmugMug gallery has more shots than I’ve shown here, you know, for them who care.
And here’s the wrap-up . . .
Hope you enjoyed reading about this as much as I did shooting it.
If you know any horse lovers, you might want to share this with them.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ o o o o o o ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Astute persons might have noticed these doodles, and correctly surmised they hold some significance for me, and perhaps for humanity at large.
If you click on the doodle, and nothing happens, this is the link it’s supposed to go to: https://disperser.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/palm-vx-and-i/.
Note: if you are not reading this blog post at Disperser.Wordpress.com, know that it has been copied without permission, and likely is being used by someone with nefarious intention, like attracting you to a malware-infested website. Could be they also torture small mammals.
Please, if you are considering bestowing me some recognition beyond commenting below, refrain from doing so. I will decline nominations whereby one blogger bestows an award onto another blogger, or group of bloggers. I appreciate the intent behind it, but I would much prefer a comment thanking me for turning you away from a life of crime, religion, or making you a better person in some other way. That would actually mean something to me.
Should you still nominate me, I will strongly suspect you pulled my name at random, and that you are not, in fact, a reader of my blog. If you wish to know more, please read below.
Note: to those who may click on “like”, or rate the post; if you do not personally hear from me, know that I am sincerely appreciative, and I thank you for noticing what I do.
. . . my FP ward . . . chieken shit.