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redroanchroniclesWhen we were boarding in Ferndale, I had the opportunity to turn Juno out into a large pasture. (That was before the pasture was turned into a motocross track. Let us not discuss it.) I always liked to stand and watch her after I'd turned her loose, because Juno isn't exactly what you'd call a high-energy animal. In fact, it would be fair to say that she feels running is only appropriate a couple times a year. But put her out in that field, with a trio of trouble-making geldings all the way at the other end and her more excitable friends getting all riled up with vicarious turnout joy, and that mare could move.
So fancy. So sun-kissed. So speedy. Oh Juno, how are you so awesome?
Clearly her male audience is impressed, too. Oh, were they ever impressed. But what's this? What is this in the foreground? Juno, is that...?
It is. It is. You can tell because of how she's stopped dead....
...because she needs to eat those little purple flowers. Oh, those delicious little purple flowers. The weed is so spiny and yet the flowers are so irresistible and juicy and delicious and purple. Purple is obviously the tastiest of colors.
They're really quite beautiful, in their way. I can't help but take pictures of them. Maybe it's my Scottish heritage shining through. Or maybe it's just my utter lack of botanical knowledge. Maybe I just like things that are prickly, like porcupines and Doctor House.
Juno isn't terribly helpful with my photographic efforts. First she throws a shadow across the subject, and then she eats the subject without mercy.
I can't really begrudge her the snack. Those flowers must be incredibly delicious. And it's okay, because there are plenty of little purple prickly flowers for me to take pictures of. I'll just take a picture of this one over--
Dammit.
So fancy. So sun-kissed. So speedy. Oh Juno, how are you so awesome?
Clearly her male audience is impressed, too. Oh, were they ever impressed. But what's this? What is this in the foreground? Juno, is that...?
It is. It is. You can tell because of how she's stopped dead....
...because she needs to eat those little purple flowers. Oh, those delicious little purple flowers. The weed is so spiny and yet the flowers are so irresistible and juicy and delicious and purple. Purple is obviously the tastiest of colors.
They're really quite beautiful, in their way. I can't help but take pictures of them. Maybe it's my Scottish heritage shining through. Or maybe it's just my utter lack of botanical knowledge. Maybe I just like things that are prickly, like porcupines and Doctor House.
Juno isn't terribly helpful with my photographic efforts. First she throws a shadow across the subject, and then she eats the subject without mercy.
I can't really begrudge her the snack. Those flowers must be incredibly delicious. And it's okay, because there are plenty of little purple prickly flowers for me to take pictures of. I'll just take a picture of this one over--
Dammit.
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Date: 2010-01-28 11:41 am (UTC)Great shots!
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Date: 2010-01-28 04:22 pm (UTC)Love the shots of her running. Simply gorgeous.