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.
Beautiful shots, you've captured her innocence. I really like the second shot (the small one).
ReplyDeletePS The building in Dublin was the Bank of Ireland, wasn't it?
ReplyDeleteInteresting you should choose that particular shot - I nearly dropped it as it could be seen to be invading her innocence too much.
ReplyDeleteA quick read of Wiki leads me to conclude that it was the General Post Office. There is a photo at
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Julie, I just found your note about adding my name to your list. Please do and I'll try to keep up!
ReplyDeleteLike many young girls I would have liked to have a horse to ride. This photo reminded me of that dream.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful story! what a beautiful light
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