I knew about the Akhal-Teke before, but still the pictures! They appear to be made of solid gold.
There was an Akhal-Teke show jumper a few years who was traded out of Russia to an American for the price of a washing machine.
This little guy looks like he'd be perfect to fit in my pocket:
And this one...
And this one...
But, dude. "There is a limit."
If I could ride this to work in the morning, I would.
To quote A Christmas Story, "he's... he's smiling at me." Or not at me from this angle. I am no less creepified.
...Why the toilet lid? Why the spigot?
There's just something about making horses out of stuff that isn't horses. (I still love the kitchen utensils and the ones made from fabric laid out on landscapes that I posted a few weeks back.)
On a totally unrelated note, I found this image at a site on trendy home decor. (Shhh! We're hiding our horse under the lampshade. No one must know!)
Seriously, it's OK to do this in my house? It is, in fact, trendy? Duly noted, my friends. Duly noted.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Anne Bradstreet, I feel you.
Not including little fits and starts of journal writing and experimentation that date back to my undergraduate days, I've been working in earnest on BORROWED HORSES since 2004. It's hard to believe all that work is coming to an end, and that by Monday, I'll have a mostly *final* draft. I feel like I could keep tinkering forever, still seeing imperfections and wanting to patch them. I may be starting to feel a little separation anxiety. Can any book ever realize the author's dream of the book?
"An Author to Her Book"
Sunday, September 2, 2012
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