Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Wyoming Summer

Sunrise

I point the door of my tent to the east. It’s a tribal custom. Your days improve when you begin them by walking toward the sun. In the morning, I unzip the canvas door. I’m not alone. A prairie dog sits between my camp and the horizon. He is not eating. He’s not digging or building. He rests on his haunches, observing no creeds. No traditions. He does not subscribe to a set of beliefs. He faces east. The two of us. On the prairie. Watching the sun come up. Expressing devotion to the religion of beauty.

~ By Chad Hanson from Wild Quarterly

 

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  1. The words are beautiful. The photos are beautiful. I expect a collaborative book from the two of you.
    xx

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    1. Hey Sagey, thanks so much for the idea!
      Chad's writing blows me away. I'm so lucky to live with such a mind. ;)
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  2. I agree with sage and spirit, please collaborate and do a book! Lovely prose and lovely horses - the palomino!! Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Every time I see the Pal o' mine and that baby palomino, I think of you!
      He is very leery of people; watches us very cautiously and is very protective of that little one. We never even try to get near him.
      Only, I wonder what it is that he's seen...what's made him distrustful so adamantly.
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  3. Closer and closer still! Only a matter of time until a tentative puff from their nostrils warms your hand.
    xx

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    1. Aw, a puff of warm air from a mustang! I should be s lucky.
      Yes, there is definitely a closeness with some of the bands and me, and I couldn't be happier! Just so you know, I do not walk up to them like that...I was relaxing in the sage, casually watching them with the sun going down, and this HUGE boy we named "Muzzle" inched his way up to me, leaned his neck in and took a whiff! I'm convinced he likes the smell of Bergamot. Haha.
      Then his little band came up after him and they all gawked at me, this wimpering, crazy haired big bird.
      I don't have to tell you, I think about that moment every single day, now. ;)
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  4. yes, the trust builds and with it comes closer proximity. it's happening even faster than I would have anticipated. I agree that a collaborative book needs to be born from this grand experience, a poetic photo essay/documentary of the wild places and your special bands of horses who inhabit them. I can literally SEE it on the "staff picks" shelf at the Tattered Cover in Denver-- that photo just above the sunset is on the cover...

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    1. You do have a way with words. Your suggestion and compliments are poetic in themselves, Janet.
      Sure, a book is most likely in the works!
      Also, we are having a wild horse exhibit at the library for the whole month of September. Chad's and my photography have been printed on wrapped canvas and will be on display there. ALSO, we will be showing the documentary The American Mustang one night. Hopefully the room will be packed! Looking so forward to this exciting new journey!
      Carol Walker, horse advocate extroidenaire- author-photographer will be our guest speaker! She's got a new book out, Galloping to Freedom. :)
      Thank you for always making me feel so good about being alive, Janet.
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  5. "devotion to the religion of beauty" - that's sublime. And so are your photos. What a wonderful summer in Wyoming, how lucky you are to have those horses. Your images and Chad's words remind me that I've been crunching inward, kind of hunched over myself for a few weeks. This has reminded me to use your example and walk toward the sun. Thank you!

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    1. Oh, you're welcome Clare!
      I'm happy that seeing the wilds of Wyoming revive you a little.
      Chad's words can do wonders, this I know. :)
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  6. :) Lovely wild horses!!! Kiss and kiss!!! xooXXooOOXXx

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  7. Amazing! Love the nursing foal! :) What a Wyoming summer, Prairie sis!!

    XO!

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    1. Wild! Wyoming! You know it!
      Literally, you DO know it now, don't you!?!? Ha!
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  8. dang. love that segment from chad....
    that's *my* religion :: beauty and nature.

    you got SO CLOSE this time, red dirt....!!
    don't'cha' just want to grab 'hold of a mane and jump on??

    love this post. so much. indeed. absolutely.

    xxO

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    1. So close, Bernard. But, I couldn't jump on that boy....he's a giant.
      Such a gorgeous thing to look at, though. I do have the desire to kiss his prominent muzzle. Can you imagine!
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  9. you could plop me smack dab in the middle of anyone of these photos & I'd be swimming in bliss...

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    1. Don't I know it, Nancy!!
      Completely. Isn't it a magic place? I wish you could be in one of those places. ;)
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  10. Absolutely gorgeous Lynn!
    Sounds like you are having a wonderful Wyoming Summer xo
    Thank you for sharing your amazing photos.

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    1. Hi!
      It's been a summer of a lifetime, Deb. Unbelievable, really.
      By the feel of things this morning, Fall is upon us, chilly mornings with the horses. That's alright.
      Thanks for checking in with me!
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  11. Wow, I love these pictures! Every single one of them! These horses are so magical and beautiful. How much I wish I could be there, too.
    And I love that sunrise picture and the quote. So amazing.
    Have a wonderful rest of the week!
    Sending lots of hugs your way,
    Beate

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    1. It's about time you came back around!
      Busy life in Germany...but, I know you and Keith are happy, happy!
      We'll catch up later.... ;)
      x

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