by Susan Lobb Porter | Photography, Ponies, Ponies in the Morning |
He stood by the fence, watching me approach. I was just getting the camera out when he threw his head back and yawned.
Oh my goodness, what bigggggg teeth you have.
All the better to eat you hay with, m’dear.
Disclaimer: Saki has nice teeth, really. But not when he’s moving faster than the shutter speed. Then he looks like Bugs Bunny after a bar fight.
When he was finished yawning he came back down to my level for a greeting.
And held still long enough for a nose to nose moment.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Life, Studio |
In my heart I was painting. In my dreams I was painting.
In reality I was sorting through the remaining stuff in Mama’s cottage, the old studio, getting ready to rent it out. Bags of garbage. Bags of recycle. Bags of stuff for the thrift store. Stuff to donate to the art center where I work. Stuff to lug up the hill to the new! improved! Studio Grande. Open the door, toss it in and hope to God some fairy comes during the night and finds some place to put it.
Or some robber. At this point I don’t care. As long as he leaves the good stuff.
Stuff stuff stuff stuff STUFF!!!
Do I really need a huge Rubbermaid tub full of styrofoam and cardboard stuff taking up valuable space? When is the next time I’m going to use them as sculpture bases. When?
About two weeks days after I give them away, that’s when.
But I’m going to get rid of them anyway. Because I. Don’t. Have. Room. For. STUFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!
While I was slaving away, hunkered over boxes and bags of stuff, Studio Quat mistook my leg for a sturdy tree. She climbed straight up, using her claws of course) and settled in on my back.
It was amusing for the first few seconds.
On one of my journeys back and forth up the hill I threw on the apron, grabbed a couple of paintings from years ago and slathered ’em up with cold wax and oil. So I guess I did do a little painting this weekend. Damn little. But enough to hold off the creative crankies.
Now here’s where I quit whining:
Last year when we were building the new studio I decided I needed to cut away the hillside further up and make a nice little area for Mama’s garden furniture. A nice little place to sit where I’ll hang prayer flags and wind chimes. Put up all those arty birdhouses I’ve been collecting. Create a cozy little special outdoor space.
I seriously envisioned doing it myself. But Mr. Spouse always needs a project…and who am I to deny him his fun?
This is where it’s at right now. Eventually there will be concrete. And rocks on the retaining wall.
I had to test it out. Had to sit there and listen to the breeze, way high up in the trees. Had to listen to the hawks calling to one another as they flew overhead. And then the crow cawing in one of the pines. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. It was perfect.
I sat there with the sun on my face, looking up to a perfect blue sky way up above the trees. Thinking how grateful I am for this life.
And then I got busy again moving stuff.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Photography, Ponies in the Morning |
Today Saki is the star.
He was standing inside the barn and I was standing outside, maybe 10 inches below. Add to that a head toss and an outstretched arm holding the camera way up high and the end result is an interesting perspective.
And then he humored me with a nose pose.
But this one, the one that appeared on Facebook today, is my favorite. Something soft, trusting. Years and years of knowing one another. This is the pony that holds my heart.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Photography, Ponies in the Morning |
Today it’s all about Lana. Because she’s the one who’s mostly in my face when it comes to the camera.
See what I mean?
I hold her attention long enough to grab a photo-op.
And then she’s outta there.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Photography, Ponies in the Morning |
It was sunny this morning. And cold.
There was heavy frost on the meadow, beyond the trees.
Jasmine stood in the light, her breath steaming around her.
Warming up the day with a hug.
