When my farrier was out today we were talking about the miracle that is Cowboy--he called him "The Comeback King". He survived being orphaned, breaking his foot, and a serious case of Head Shaking Syndrome. Always, when I was about ready to give up, some miracle would come along and save him, and here he is today.
I took profile pictures this morning in hopes of practicing and coming up with some that are good to blow up, frame, and hang in our Living Room. I largely stopped taking pictures and photographing the horses a while back--something in me just did not want to chronicle the journey. I'd consciously think that I should be taking photographs of rides, but I just did not want to, and I wouldn't. I wish I had, because I missed some wonderful photos of the grandkids riding this summer.
I guess I needed to live it and enjoy it and not analyze it for a while.
But now I'm thinking again.
And I think I need to get my butt in gear with Beautiful and Cia. My rider/trainer was supposed to come out at the beginning of September and help me put some more time on them, but he was too busy and won't be out until April.
So, that leaves it up to me and, frankly, I've been lazy.
End of story.
If you see me writing again on the blog, it means I'm going to address the elephant in the room, my young ones. If you don't see me writing, I'm probably still avoiding it.