BeadedHeron
Posts: 8874
Joined: 1/2/2006
From: South Shore of Lake Superior
Status: online
|
Hi everyone sorry I've been missing...tis busy season! Anyway, I couldn't let the topic go ignored as it's one of my favorites!!! I have two other favorite photos of bridges which hopefully I'll find but here's one for now, with a story of course...
It was about 6 months after my first hip replacement and actually the last time I rode my beloved Bucko. I had these grand visions of us riding to the park, and I'd give my camera to someone sitting at a picnic area and ask them to photograph the event for prosterity, record it on my blog.
Little did I know....
I hadn't ridden Bucko (nor had anyone else) in over a year because of the fact my hips were so shot I couldn't climb up on a horse to save my life. It didn't matter that Bucko was going on 30 years young, he did not like to leave his mare and he hadn't had to do it for so long that when I finally took him for a ride on this day it was anything but easy. It was still fun though. The boy had some spirit, I never had a dull ride on his back.
Before we even left the yard...in typical Bucko fashion, he was not only soaking wet...he was lathered at the reins and around his cinch. That's how hot blooded my big red boy was! He was also bellowing and screaming for Grammie Cracker, his mare that was being left home in the fence. Sweat dripped from his brow before we made it halfway up the driveway at a spirited unwilling walk.
So much for a nice mellow ride...it was a job the whole time to let him know who was in charge of things. We made it to the park. I thought that once we made it that far from home (about a mile), Bucko would see where he was and it was somewhere he liked and he'd stop his bellowing and screaming and we could have a nice lesurely ride along the river....
NOT SO!
The screaming and ungodly sounds that came from deep within my red boy's soul were enough to wake the dead. People could hear us coming for a long while. Instead of having children come running up to me and my trusty steed asking if they can "pet my horse", I had teams of grownups, running for thier children...to grab them away to safety...away from the orange screaming frothing sweating bellowing steed, my mount.
Any silly thoughts I was previously harboring of asking some happy camper to take our picture were completely erased by a growing necessity to just make it out of the place alive in one piece. What could I do but smile and wave hello as I sat perched atop my mad steed.
I must admit I was wearing a sheepish grin, for I secretly loved sitting atop Bucko's back when he had a tantrum. I could feel his blood pumping and his muscles flex beneath me every step of the way and it was exciting to be on top of it all...in control and enjoying every breath my wonder horse took.
He quieted down long enough for us to cross the one lane bridge. I'm so thankful there was not a car coming the other way, I may have ended up in the river!
|
Printable Version
Simon Sez... Bridge - 
Ok, I'll try again..... 
.. will have to look.. 
.. I have so many pics I took in venice that I need to paint.. on my 'to do' list! fur sure!
New Messages
No New Messages
Hot Topic w/ New Messages
Hot Topic w/o New Messages
Locked w/ New Messages
Locked w/o New Messages
Post New Thread