Showing posts with label Horse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horse. Show all posts
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Monday, 15 August 2011
Friday, 19 November 2010
Monday, 18 October 2010
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Horse horse horse horse horse
Nice illustration from an old book ( Leni Fieldelmeier Paardrijden - sport en hobby) I found in the thriftstore.
Friday, 17 September 2010
Horse painting
One of my old paintings. I like painting, wish I had a high studio where I can play good music, drink coffee and paint.
Friday, 27 August 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Horses story
Sometimes after a days work my head is full of impressions, words, e-mails. Overflowing and boiling. Such a feeling. On days like that coming home is the best. My own little, quiet world again.
Yesterday was a bit of a busy crazy day, but I came back home, was making risotto. Whilst cutting the carrots I heard a cantaring horse.
Most of you know, I love horses. Since Im 10 Ive spend most of my spare time around horses, outside in my rubberboots. And today its still important to me. I wouldnt know what to do without my tuesdays at the horses.\But hearing horses on a Wednesday-evening. I live in the middle of the city surrounded by bricks and concrete. The nearest stable or meadow is about 10 km. away.
And a cantaring horse. Thats very fast for a horse on a brick road. When I was a little girl I saw them pass by sometimes, that fast. But that was always without a rider. She usually came about 6 minutes later, running after the horse (pony). So my mind was confused. That sound really was the sound of a horse. Just when I decided this horse must have been a fragment of my imagination and that I have to find a better way to deal with stress from work I heard them again.
I openend the balcony doors, flew outside and there they were again, two cantaring horses going around the block. Two bright yellow policemen and their two horses. Chasing a thief or a robber, a 'bad guy' of some sort.
Wow! And my head is fine. And my healthy obsession with horses still there.
Yesterday was a bit of a busy crazy day, but I came back home, was making risotto. Whilst cutting the carrots I heard a cantaring horse.
Most of you know, I love horses. Since Im 10 Ive spend most of my spare time around horses, outside in my rubberboots. And today its still important to me. I wouldnt know what to do without my tuesdays at the horses.\But hearing horses on a Wednesday-evening. I live in the middle of the city surrounded by bricks and concrete. The nearest stable or meadow is about 10 km. away.
And a cantaring horse. Thats very fast for a horse on a brick road. When I was a little girl I saw them pass by sometimes, that fast. But that was always without a rider. She usually came about 6 minutes later, running after the horse (pony). So my mind was confused. That sound really was the sound of a horse. Just when I decided this horse must have been a fragment of my imagination and that I have to find a better way to deal with stress from work I heard them again.
I openend the balcony doors, flew outside and there they were again, two cantaring horses going around the block. Two bright yellow policemen and their two horses. Chasing a thief or a robber, a 'bad guy' of some sort.
Wow! And my head is fine. And my healthy obsession with horses still there.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Fast Horse
City life is fast sometimes, efficient and organised. From times to times I have to get away a bit. But being back in my city is great too. Cycling fast on my bike from East of the City to the West, having a break in the middle for a wine with my friends. Dance a bit, and then cycle back, as fast as i can.
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