Yay for more photos!
Before. Handwalking as a warm-up technique. Whatever works.
After. Who wins the smug trophy, horse or rider?
I never thought I’d see the day. [My Heart Is In My Boots]
What did I get for gaits?
I was so sure I could get Rodney to roll on cue. That would have made a great subject to photograph. Alas, Rodney had other ideas. Ms. Bush still got a nice narrative shot. Our next step is imminent.
While I love having all these photos, they do force one to confront one’s shortcomings, don’t they? My hands. Gaaaaa. In my defense, the pretty stills do not tell the full story. He looks so calm. He was having such a big day. Egad! A crossrail!
Quotes from jumping post. [Conversations With My Horse]
Me: (Rodney gets an eyeful of white poles. ) We’re trotting and we’re trotting and we’re trotting.
Me: Look at the jumps, not your fan club on the rail.
Me: (Course is colorful. This fence is brighter than the rest. Puts leg on.)
Me: Didn’t like Auburn colors? Maybe you’re an Alabama horse.
Thank you Ginni!
Stay safe. Stay sane.