by cheri sabraw
I’ve been drawing horses for the last several months in preparation for a class I hope to take in Arizona entitled “Drawing and Painting Horses in the Light” so you will understand why I stopped at the bottom of our road to photograph some new additions to Mel and Jim’s herd.
The Clydesdales now come to see me when I approach if they are grazing on our side of the hill. Privy to 80 eighty acres only 1/4 of a mile next to a major freeway, these gentle giants are lucky, indeed, to have the space.
I’m a sucker for paint horses so as I sped down the road, imagine my delight to see this sight on the hill.
His buddy, Black Beauty, was keeping him company.
One of the Clydesdales, the mare, called to me in what seemed a jealousy flare.
And then, another new chestnut girl came over the hill and right up to the fence line to check out whether I had an apple.
Alas, the apples were gone so she opted for an oak instead. I love this photo. It would, however, be difficult for me to paint with all of those shadows.
You can almost feel how soft that nose is, can’t you? I rubbed it and tickled her under her chin. That act, in itself, made my day.
I must remember to pack carrots on my way down the hill next week.