Self-contained and magnificent, she indulged her controlled passion together with, but separate from, the giggling girties. The mirror in her mind's eye continually adjusting the image of horse-and-rider that was presented to the outside world. The pleasure of the promenade balanced with the responsibility of the rub-down, the preening, the feeding and the mucking-out.
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With the sun beaming into us and an afternoon thunderstorm just a bubble-of-cloud over the distant ocean, Dad and I slurped our coffee adjacent to the dressage field in Centennial Park, about 7 minutes equidistant from my home, his home and the centre of the city. We reminisced about the numerous methods he employed as gate-closers on the farm that we owned in the Hunter Valley in the late '50s.
7 comments:
Beautiful shots, you've captured her innocence. I really like the second shot (the small one).
PS The building in Dublin was the Bank of Ireland, wasn't it?
Interesting you should choose that particular shot - I nearly dropped it as it could be seen to be invading her innocence too much.
A quick read of Wiki leads me to conclude that it was the General Post Office. There is a photo at
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_Rising
Julie, I just found your note about adding my name to your list. Please do and I'll try to keep up!
Like many young girls I would have liked to have a horse to ride. This photo reminded me of that dream.
A beautiful story! what a beautiful light
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