Trying to learn to ride a horse at fifty-something is daunting at best. I’m quite sure that I break more easily than I did when I was ten, and the idea of ending up in a body cast isn’t appealing in the slightest. That said, I don’t seem to have any particular fear of falling. So, why do I seize up with anxiety at the … Read More What are you afraid of?
It’s very strange, not having any photographs of myself from when I was growing up. My mother is in possession of all the family pictures, and I haven’t seen them in what must be 25 years or more. In my early teens, I discovered photography. I adored taking pictures with my Kodak Instamatic X-15. It had a “Magicube” (ooooh!) and if you know what that is, … Read More One Photograph
The rains came yesterday, cold and constant, saturating the already-soaked ground and turning the paddock into a swamp. There are hoof prints a foot deep in spots, where restless horses churned up the earth as they endured the relentless frigid pounding. This morning, they huddle in a soggy clump, already recovering and patiently waiting for the sun. Fog drapes itself around them like silk. … Read More Intimate Solitude