Canal Boat Horses, circa 1980
When we lived in Metamora, the canal boat horse holding area was near our house. They were draft crosses, so not as huge as they could have been, but still big compared to the little toy horse I was used to riding.
Day: November 14, 2015
Buck
Buck, my oh so creatively named buckskin Quarter Horse x Shetland Pony, circa 1982
Buck was a horrid, murderous shithead. He would blow up his stomach before you tightened up the cinch, so that five minutes into a ride the saddle would slide sideways and you’d fall off. He’d rub you off against fences and trees. His favorite trick was to find a low-hanging branch and bolt toward it, so you’d be knocked off. He also bit people, and if you weren’t careful he’d turn around and chomp on your foot while you were riding him.
He was only barely green-broke when I got him. I was nine years old and had no idea what to do with a horse. I got a quick lesson in how to put his tack and how to feed and brush him, and that was about it. I was on my own, and it was trial by fire. Parents: DO NOT DO THIS TO YOUR CHILDREN.
Bear
Bear showed up at our house and insisted he was going to live with us. About a year later, some pre-teen kids knocked on the door and claimed he was their dog, but he was having none of it, so he stayed put. I only have a couple of photos of him, and this is the clearest. He was some sort of generic farm Collie mix. Leggier than a Border Collie and without the characteristic crouch and evil eye.
Horror Vacui
My bedroom, circa 1987. Proof that nature really does abhor a vacuum.
Creepy Tree
Metamora, Indiana circa 1981
Begging Beggar Dog
“I see you are eating cinnamon and sugar tortilla chips. Funny thing. I, too, love cinnamon and sugar tortilla chips.”
Snow
I have no idea when I took this photo. Probably when I was living in the country, so early 2000s. The photo was blah, so I pretended it was a painting and edited the crap out of it.
red paper boat 