Bareback.

 

Yesterday evening I went on a quick ride.  Just a quick flick of the curry comb - as Brownie's got his winter coat flying everywhere - and on with his bridle.  I love riding bareback, and I've been trying to squeeze in time for as many quick evening jaunts as I can.  Spring is careening into view, and it's such an awesome way to get out and soak in the late-slanting rays of Spring sunshine.

However, this time, I did something different - I've been wanting to do this ever since I got my Nikon, and it's taken me ten months to finally work up the nerve.  I think the sacred aura that's surrounded Algy is finally wearing into a more comfortable groove, and though heaven forbid I ever get careless around my precious camera, I think I'm growing in confidence and there are so many shots I've been dreaming of capturing that just seemed too far out before.

Like loping horseback down a country road, right there where you can almost feel the rippling, fluid muscles beneath you, feel the wind in your hair, see mane go flying with each stride forward.  See your twin shadows go racing alongside like birds in flight.

Feel the power and sheer joy of a horse.