I convinced Husband to accompany me on a ride after work on Tuesday. The weatherman warned me it might be one of the last nice autumn days for a while and I felt the need to take advantage of it.
Plus, I dreamed the night before that I was riding a fast horse like the wind through the tall grasses in endless pastures and I suddenly felt the urge to make that dream come true.
An evening ride wasn’t a hard thing to convince my dearly beloved to participate in. Especially if it meant he could pretend he was looking for cows and actually getting work done. So off we went, the two of us, seeking the only kind of marriage therapy that works for us–a little ride together through our world.
The breeze and the light were perfect and my horse was just the right amount of lazy.
Suddenly I felt a wave of creativity as the sun crept down toward the edge of the earth.
So I asked Husband if he would be opposed to a little “sunset photo shoot” along the horizon, you know, because he has always made such a nice silhouette.
As usual, he humored me and I quickly planned out a method of capturing the romantic vision I had of my husband riding his bay horse at full speed across the landscape.
I got off my horse and crouched down among the grass as my husband followed my directions to “run your horse back and forth in front of me for a while until I say stop.”
So he did.
Thrilled with the results of that handsome man and his handsome horse romantically frozen in a moment of speed and power inside of my camera, I hollered at him “Go faster!”
So he went faster, back and forth, working on his horse, going nowhere in particular, just back and forth across the sky.
But from behind my camera they could be going anywhere, that man and that horse.
I felt like an artist with the power to freeze time, the gift of my camera allowing me to catch that horse’s mane as it reached toward the sky and his feet as they gathered beneath him.
“Go faster!” I hollered from my spot behind the camera.
So Husband made that horse go faster.
Watching them move across that landscape was beautiful and romantic and rugged and western and kind of like a John Wayne movie scene…all of the things Husband can be to me sometimes.
“Stop. Come back. Come here!” I yelled, suddenly struck with another idea.
The idea that if my husband could be all those things as a silhouette, I wanted a shot at what I could be as a dark, mysterious woman on a horse against the backdrop of a setting sun.
Husband stopped his horse in front of me and I handed him my camera.
“Can you take some pictures of me now?” I asked as I climbed up on my horse who was lazily munching on the tall yellow grass. “I’m going to go really fast. See if you can get my hair blowing in the wind as I ride off into the sunset.”
Husband took my camera and snapped away as I worked to channel the dream from the night before, the one where I leaned into the neck of my horse and kicked him gently as his hooves moved faster and faster across the landscape, gaining speed, pushing forward, becoming one fast blur as our hair whipped together in the wind.
Only, it seemed my horse didn’t have the same dream.
His dream involved less running through endless pastures and more grazing through them.
And about half-way through our second pass across the photo shoot area, Husband yelled “Faster!” and the horse between my legs, the one I envisioned behaving like Black Beauty as I channeled my inner rodeo queen, began to behave more like the mule in that John Wayne movie with the nun.
And in one swift jump and kick, that horse demonstrated the major, glaring difference between me and my dearly beloved:
Silhouette or not, you are who you are.
And I am not a sexy silhouette.
These photos are amazing…love that difference!
Just thought I would drop you a note letting you know I nominated you for the Inspiring Blog Award.
Oj my gosh you got a “fall crow hop plus”!!!! Again horses in the fall can be frisky!!! Better you than me I love it!!! Mine are waiting to get into their six months of barn life. Love your horse and Husband……I do..Thanks again Jesse..you are turning into an old friend!! Ps Where did the paint mare that was named go?
I had to add this. I think based on former “looks” that the horse that was being a little frisky is none other than a horse that I named: “Smiley”?
He was a big sorel with a great blaze. Am I wrong? If it is him there is something about his personality…that I seem to like. Do telll his story.. I think it would be note worrthy. Just sayin. Thanks again…. your fellow prairie girl.
Beautiful photos, every one! Such a nice time out, reading your post and getting lost in the images. Thank you! ~ Sheila
From Southern California, think greater Los Angeles, husband, horses, tall grasses and premiere photographer are but a dream, a spectacular one at that. Thank you for sharing your dream.
Amazing! haha….used to have a horse just like yours once. Gotta love ’em.
Truly…..I felt as tho I was on the ride with you, your husband and horses…..Excitement as you yelled FASTER …FASTER………Thank you for sharing.
Hey there! I’ve nominated you for the One Lovely Blog Award:
Pardon me, I beg to differ. Go back and look at your last entry: A Prayer for Wild Women. Unless that’s someone else, seems to me you fit the description just fine. 😉
Love this post and your blog totally!! A technical question: How do you transport your camera when riding? I find it very uncomfortable to carry it on the shoulder strap, especially in trot or canter..
Hi Yoolie, thanks for reading. I wish I had a great answer for you camera question, but I don’t. I just tote it with me via the strap, but I wind up putting my left arm through the strap and swinging it over to my back when I’m moving. I am thinking about hooking something up that is like the strap Husband uses to transport his binoculars when he’s hunting, but I haven’t gotten around to it. When we’re on a serious roundup, I leave my big camera at home and take my point and shoot and put it in my pocket. Happy picture taking!