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 | 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.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Photography, Ponies in the Morning |
She’s a beautiful old girl.
Focusing on her every day, literally focusing with a camera and then manipulating a so-so photograph just enough to make it arty
has given me a new appreciation for the both of us.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Photography, Ponies in the Morning |
You saw her on FaceBook standing in the sun. Doing what a donkey does best. I squatted down to get a better angle. And then I called to her.
And she came.
She kept coming. And coming. Faster than I would’ve thought.
Oops…
