Art Photo Friday: Statue

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Photos of art rather than art photos. I need to get back into the photography groove.

Horses of Honor side 1

Horses of Honor side a

Horses of Honor sign

Photos by G
Horses of Honor
A Public Art Installation
benefiting The Chicago Police Memorial Foundation

Sponsor: Hyatt Regency McCormick Place
Artist: InJung Oh
Honoring Officer: P.O. Raymond C. Kilroy #14686
Horses of Honor Gallery

“The Horses of Honor is a public art installation in Chicago benefiting the Chicago Police Memorial Foundation. This project features lifesize statues of Chicago’s Police Horses that are artistically and individually produced and designed by local Chicago artists … Each Horse will be named after a fallen hero of the CPD.”
The Chicago Police Memorial Foundation Announces Its “Horses Of Honor” Campaign

So What Am I Going To Do?

Yesterday, I said I wanted to do it my way [So What Am I Waiting For?]. For better or worse, this is my way.

RODNEY
A snapshot of Rodney long-lining would be a perfect picture of a second (?) level dressage frame. The head is exactly where it needs to be. The nose is tucked but attentive. The feet are stepping under. Unfortunately, as soon as he moves, you can see that it’s a false front. He is “assuming the position” because he thinks he should. He’s not relaxed. He’s not working through. He’s not responding.

The winter goal [Plans] of small victories has started well. I’ve sat on him at a halt for 10 minutes of couch time. Sunday, he marched toward the ring with a positive attitude to do his five-minute session of weave poles. (I thought about fudging the times to avoid ridicule. Points for honesty.) The theory is little steps taken every day.

I am not worried about teaching Rodney specific maneuvers. The level I want to ride, he can do in his sleep. If he will ever chillax, the technical bits are all there.

MILTON
There is a plan. It’s a slow plan. With multiple, simultaneous parts.

Milton is greener than we thought. Nobody misrepresented him. I just got it in my head that he was further along in his training. I was wrong. Now that I’ve had a good long sulk, I’m ready to work with the horse I actually have.

Simultaneous Part 1: Happy Horse
Allow Milton time to adjust. I can hear the eye rolls. Two months?! How much adjustment time does a healthy, sound, sane horse need? More than you’d think. In general, we are of the opinion that horses take longer to completely settle in than humans do. They have to locate the cougar dens in the new fields, reset their tums to the new food, and train a new set of owners.

In specific, we think Milton might have something very mildly amiss. That’s the problem with a new horse. You don’t know normal. He is short-strided. Is he simply not a 10 mover? He’s still better than any sales horse we looked at. Did he strain a muscle during 850 miles of trailering? Did he pop a gasket farting while around with Rodney? Ditto the ears. Is he grumpy at the moment or is he an inherently cranky bastard? He didn’t seem so at the start [Festina], but he may have been jet-lagged. There was temporary improvement with a week of bute (which he ate without reservation, thank you). He is now back to being evil-tempered and jumpy. We are planning a course of ulcer meds.

Was this sufficient cause for him to be possessed by the devil when I climbed aboard? No. But it needs to be addressed.

Please note, Milton is not sore or lame or otherwise in obvious distress. There may be nothing wrong. Grouchy may be his baseline. It certainly was for Previous Horse.

Simultaneous Part 2: Get Help
It has been suggested that I send Milton away for training. Not gonna happen. That ship sailed two decades ago when I started keeping horses at home. No one is going to keep my horses as well as I will. No one.

Plus, I would make the world’s worst boarder. But that’s a rant for another day.

Let’s go to an alternate reality & assume I could unclench my keister sufficiently to release control of a horse for a month. Where would I go? If I had a hunter/jumper/eventing/dressage barn that I wanted to work with, I wouldn’t be riding saddle seat & buying horses from Canada.

I recognize that I need help. We took Previous Horse from the racetrack to Adult Jumpers mostly by ourselves. Along the way, there were many, um, design features that could have been smoothed out if I had been more diligent about seeking help, advice, consults, etc.

I will find someone, preferably a cowboy (or cowgirl), for First Contact – The Sequel. I will get help with groundwork. I will get the truck & trailer moving, preferably to places with solid walls off of which to bounce.

I don’t think a functional spring is out of the question. We have lots more winter to work in than north folks. Coach is all about me getting on Milton. She’s not going to let it rest.

Look for this phase to start in earnest after the last show of the season this weekend.

Simultaneous Part 3: Non-Saddle Work
Meanwhile, I will socialize Milton’s fuzzy gray butt. Grooming, long-lining, close-up groundwork, bodywork, mare walks [My Two Horses], lunging, massage, trail obstacles, stretching, in-hand trot sets. Anything and everything. To the point that a person getting on his back is just another day at the office.

Bottom line
I have more enthusiasm than I’ve had in a while. For both horses.

Rodney & Milton: my two opportunities.

So What Am I Waiting For?

It’s my party and I’ll wait if I want to.

Friendly concern has been expressed over my delay in getting back on Milton [Universe]. The longer I wait, the more a small problem in the real world grows into a large problem inside my head. I appreciate the sentiment. I even appreciate the threatened ass-whupping if I don’t get my act together soonest. A legitimate concern. In this case, not applicable:

a) Mt. Molehill is as big as it’s going to get. It hit maximum elevation as soon as Milton’s feet left the ground.

b) I fuss. I stew. I overthink. I am a festival of counter-productive behaviors. OTOH, the last time I bowed to what I felt as outside pressure to ride before I was ready, it went boom. So I’m doing it my way, overthinking and all.

So what am I going to do about it? Tomorrow.

Annotated Camp Tweets

(Long post. Reads fast. At least, it does to me. Photo comparisons at end.)

As much fun as Nationals was, camp was even bigger for me. We may have discovered and started to address a significant gap in my riding.

Day 1

My intention [Plans] was daily lessons for the two weeks before Nationals. That meant eight days, Tuesday through Friday. Barn is closed Sunday and Monday. I stay home with local residents on Saturday. Therefore, eight lessons.

My instructor (she became Coach during the camp/Nationals experience) immediately doubled down with two lessons a day. Well now.

Day 2

Tweets were composed sitting in my driveway. Exhaustion was a theme. I was deeply interested in not moving at that point.

Day 3

Invested in a Ovation schooling helmet to spare my fancy show hat [New].

schooling hat

The crystal are an elastic add-on from ShowQuest. That fact that I have bling on my hat surprises everyone. I don’t know why. I was the one willing to ride into the show ring with a fascinator on my helmet [Dixie Cup].

schooling hat bling

Day 4

Break for 24-mile bike ride [100 Miles, Winners!].

Day 5

Instructor decided on long-lining to improve my rein handling. Long-lining forces me to use my hands, as seat and legs are not longer viable options.

After hearing so much – so very, very much – over the years about Not Riding Backwards and Not Riding Off One’s Hands, I developed a First Do No Harm theory. If I never use the reins, then I never make a mistake. Decades of instructors yelled at me to Shorten My Reins, to Take Up a Contact. Never stuck. My hunter/jumper contact was so weak that I had no trouble immediately adjusting to the much lighter saddle seat contact.

This is explains why I get along with horses who go from the seat, such as Previous Horse and Sam. This explains why I get anxious to the point of tears before getting on other horses, such as the rest of the Saddlebreds. Horses that require soft but effective hands have been a mental crap shoot for me. It works. So I am okay once I get moving. I don’t understand why it works. So I freak out on the mounting block.

I need to learn to use all the tools in the toolbox. I have a responsibility to communicate with my hands as well as with my seat.

This is huge.

Day 6

Now that I am aware of my hands, I have a better understanding of why I disliked driving so much the last time I tried it [Control Issues]. Without fine-tunable communication to the front end, I was pretty much careening around the ring being dragged by the horse. Not pleasant. Now I know why.

Maybe I should try driving again. Maybe in the future even try a show or two. A small show. Alone in the ring. As a schooling exercise only. In the future. For now, we will concentrate on ridden equitation. After Nationals, we can revisit the driving question.

I had just launched into this speech when she-who-talks-me-into-all-manner-of-sh*t says, Why don’t you drive at Nationals?

Say whaaaaat (insert rising bleet)?

Day 7

Please note, one lesson two years ago, four lessons now, one schooling drive at the show & then into the ring for my first class as the biggest class of the year with four other drivers. That’s a lot of Just Do It.

(Update: accuracy compels me to add the fun show class over the weekend to the list of drives [Show Report].)

Day 8

Of course, identifying a problem doesn’t mean it goes away overnight. Progress is being made. Compare the visible tension in my first driving lesson back in 2012:

Photo by Courtney Huguley
Photo by Courtney Huguley

to my last day at the show:

Sandra Hall Photography Used with permission
Sandra Hall Photography
Used with permission

I’m starting to apply this under saddle. I still prefer Sam [post list & photos] to any other horse at Stepping Stone, but everyone – with the possible exception of Mark Todd, who can ride anything – works best with a certain type of horse. Knowing I will have some control over my destiny makes me – somewhat – more comfortable with idea of riding the other horses.

Speaking of Sam, look how much happier he is when my saddle seat improves. Walk-Trot at Mid-South, May 2013 [Show Report]:

Sandra Hall Photography Use with permission
Sandra Hall Photography
Use with permission

Walk-Trot-Canter victory pass, November 2014:

Sandra Hall Photography Used with permission
Sandra Hall Photography
Used with permission