Railroad Abstract, Recurring Guest Star Photography

Awareness of the outside world. The railroad museum is in Calera, Alabama. The name is not hard to discover. It is not a name I care to repeat. It is a part of American history that needs to be acknowledged. It does not need to be valorized, nor appear as part of official public life on any level. Apologists will say that it doesn’t mean that, not any more. Yes, it does. It means exactly that. And it needs to go away. Takes a deep breath. Goes off to find a dandelion patch to sit in.

In case I have been overly oblique, APR: Opinion, Coleman 2022.

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An afternoon at the railroad museum.

Photo closeup of of old railroad car

Photo closeup of of old railroad car

Photo closeup of of old railroad car

Photo of steam from a train whistle

Process Notes

Joint project. Photos by G. Cropped to abstraction by me. Some more; some less. Resized as needed, bordered, & watermarked by me. Details recorded because a) I should give credit where due & b) I should take responsibility if the result is dubious.

Onwards!
Katherine

Old Ears

Amusement from the outside world. Rodney is now getting straight alfalfa. (Because why not?) Milton gets a mix. We used to feed bales of 20% alfalfa/80% timothy & bales of 80% alfalfa/20% timothy, referred to as 20/80 & 80/20. I have been known to stumble over which is which. The folks at the feed store are aware of this. The fellow carefully repeated my order back to me, three bales of 20/80 and six bales of alfalfa. What he said was “3 20 …” The rest was a blur. I was waiting for the total. What I heard was 320, as in $320. Wait?! What!? How did this happen!? When did this happen?! I eventually calmed down and got my order confirmed. Not cheap, but at least not that.

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Photo of the ears and neck of a brown and white pony, in a ring with fence and field in the distance

Razzy
The Hunter Place
Hunt seat lesson #6!
July 2025

What is the endgame of all these lessons? Dunno. Trying to enjoy the moment.

Photo of woman in white shirt and pink helmet riding a brown & white pony

That’s not true. I know the endgame. Same as it has always been. Find a horse. Now that all the humans have working feet, maybe we can reapproach horse shopping.

Previous Posts
(for my reference)

[In Which I Ride A Horse, For A Change] 19 June
[Salute to a Schoolmaster] 2 July
[Rock On, Razzy] 9 July
[Evening Lesson] 16 July
[So This Happened] 24 July

Onwards!
Katherine

New Ears

Amewsment from the outside world. YouTube: Miau Miau Miau (Duetto buffo di due gatti – G. A. Rossini). With different singers, YouTube: Duetto buffo di due gatti – Victoria de Los Angeles, Elisabeth Schwarzkopf. Hat tip T & C.

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Photo of the ears, neck, & partial face of a bay horse in a covered arena

Ramsay
Stepping Stone Farm
Saddle seat lesson
July 2025

It’s been a while since I’ve been on a new ASB. Been even longer since I’ve been on a new ASB successfully. All points go to Ramsay for being a sweetheart.

Onwards!
Katherine

A Case of the Slows, Morning Walk Stories

Awareness of the outside world. What can I tell you about the news that you don’t already know? Here is something completely different. Medium: I visited all 472 subway stations in New York, Solomon 2023.

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Walk with the horses each morning. One mile, first thing in the morning, back and forth in the pasture, combination of in hand & at liberty.

Or, at least that’s the plan.

Horses got time off during Milton’s abscess. The patient was not marching and doesn’t like to be left alone. So, Rodney got time off to play nurse horse. [Milton’s Yearly Drama]

Since getting back to what passed for work, we’ve had a case of the slows. Everyone is sound and happy, just chill. Taking their own sweet time. Pausing for the occasional roadside snack.

I have had to deploy leadropes for more of the walk than usual. Sometimes walking both with ropes. Sometimes walking at least one of them back to cookie corner. This is not the usual pattern. [On Lead and Off Lead]

I don’t use the lead ropes. They hang loosely between my hand and the horse. It’s as if the suggestion of the leadrope keeps them on task. When they are off lead, they are free to make different choices.

Writing this turned up a post last month where they did the same thing. That lasted a few days. So far it’s been a week. We shall see. [Keep ’em Guessing]

Onwards!
Katherine

Fun With Foot Grot, Not

Awareness of the outside world. In case you were wondering if the issue is still current. A local blacksmith flies a Dixie flag in his vehicle. This means he a) feels strongly enough that he chooses to display it and b) feels confident enough in his clientele that he can.

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In addition to the abscess, Milton’s summer adventures included an intractable case of foot grot. Is it dried mud? Is it ankle scabbies? It is ankle scabbies from the mud.

We threw everything at it. Betadine, steroid cream, pine tar, chlorhexidine spray, Swat, and so on. Some were good. Some were less good. The arsenal kept it from getting worse but couldn’t defeat it. What finally got ahead of the grot was a thorough soaping and letting sit with chlorhexidene shampoo followed by drying followed by generous slatherings of steroid cream.

The Backyard Horse Blog: Spoke Too Soon mentions zinc oxide. We did not use this but I could see how it would work nicely.

YMMV

In fact, the ongoing grot covered up the beginning of the abscess. Apparently an initial mild abscess causes steps that look a lot like a chapped fetlock. Anyone who gets chapped hands in the winter knows how much cracked skin can hurt. I was surprised when I deep scrubbed his fetlocks that I did not find the cracks I was expecting. Hmm, must be something else. Cue abscess treatment.

Rodney had a small amount of grot that cleared up with minimal attention.

Onwards!
Katherine

E Variations, Colorwork Alphabet, Lettering

.Awareness of half the sky. ARTnews: 12 Women Old Masters to Know, Chernick, July 21, 2025.

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computer graphic of the letter E with an interior starburst pattern

Original, repost [E is for Electrum with an Ebony Edge]

Comment, “I would have made the middle bar of the E a bit more defined.” debandtoby.

I made the change. Completely correct. It did look stubby.

computer graphic of the letter E with an interior starburst pattern, three variations

Initial variations. First, longer middle bar, two starbursts instead of one. Third, longer white space, body has three starbursts instead of four. Middle, combo. (Description updated from initial post.)

computer graphic of the letter E with an interior starburst pattern, nine variations

Secondary variations. A little of this, a little of that.

The square shape of the letter is not evenly divisible by the inner pattern. Do you make the letter even, lower middle, or align with the pattern, lower right?

Process Notes

This was was gonna be an update to the original post, but a) interesting & b) anything for a blog post. Once I came up with that idea, tried a bunch more, exploring how each change effects the overall feel of the letter.

Project Description [Colorwork Alphabet Introduction]

Previous Posts [Colorwork Alphabet]

Onwards!
Katherine

Quantum Truck III, Fiction Fragment

Premise: Main character has a vehicle that changes according to task.

Previous: [Quantum Truck, A Writing Sketch] & [Quantum Truck II, Fiction]

There are discrepancies. Work in progress.

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She looked out of the apartment window to check out the parking lot. A neon pink, two-seater Porsche Boxster sat square in the middle of her parking space, its lime green roof folded back behind the seats.

A sports car! Cool.

However, she wasn’t sure what that meant. A truck was for moving things. A sedan was for moving people. A sports car was for what?

She checked the car again. Driver. One passenger. Barely space for a shoebox behind the seat.

So. No cargo.

Sports cars were fun on the open highway. Perhaps a courier mission.

Sports cars were small. Perhaps going to a place where parking was tight.

Sports cars are pretty. Perhaps a parade? No, you’d want a big, luxe, four-seater for that.

If it was meant as a personal gift, she’d rather have a Jeep. Low-slung cars could be nerve racking when you are half the height of anything on the road.

Still, this was going to be fun. Whatever it was.

The open top didn’t bother her. She never worried about the vehicle getting stolen, no matter what shape it was currently in. She took standard precautions and assumed the car could look after itself.

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Afterword

I like the idea of a changing car as a story device.

However, I have two issues.

One, I am in need of plot. Standard issue problem for me.

Two, specific to this story, I am in need of an explanation. Why does the car change? Divine will? Aliens? Time travelers? I have no idea. Part one ponders the lack of cause in story. However, the characters may not know the underlying causes, but the author should. I think I may have to fall back on magical realism. As far as I can tell, this means having weirdness in your story but not having to explain it. This feels like a cheap shot. Handwaving does not count as worldbuilding.

Onwards!
Katherine