The horses call to me. In the depths of sadness, depression, confusion, when I have turned away from my path, they quietly nicker, they softly speak, until I turn around. When my footsteps have carried me too far, when I am lost in the wilderness of all things, they call to me. They sing the … Continue reading The Song of Equus
A Horse Door in the Fortress with a Man Door Inset Blacksmith's Quarters Blacksmith Tools Horse Head Haflinger Horses Pulling Carriages All Day Every Day You can probably guess that I'm not super enthusiastic about the carriage horses in Austria. There were lots of them, especially on the weekends, mostly Haflingers the breed you see … Continue reading Equus in Austria
The little blue horse I encountered in the round pen was simply shut down.His eyes alternated between vacant and worried, his body always coiled tight and ready to flee at any moment, yet he stood stock-still as if thinking any wrong move would result in punishment. Perhaps in his past, that was the case. How … Continue reading Making Contact
Amanda Soper 