21 05 2011


verb -tured, -tur·ing.


1. ecstatic joy or delight; joyful ecstasy.
2. Often, raptures. an utterance or expression of ecstatic delight.
3. the carrying of a person to another place or sphere of existence.

I’d have to agree. 🙂



5 responses

21 05 2011

What a beautiful face! I think Luna and her line have defineately made it into my favourites. (Luna, Gideon, Varoujan, Kestrel, Winona and Juniper)

22 05 2011

Ah, so you were raptured yesterday. Nice. I think I was, too.

22 05 2011

Toppyrocks – Luna has produced some gorgeous offspring and grandbabies, for sure!

Linda – Every time I go to the basin … 🙂 Sounds like you had a wonderful day!

22 05 2011
Linda Horn

Such a lovely little one! Yesterday I strolled along the Farmington Riverwalk along the Animas, reveling in nature’s wonders. No wild horses, but waterfowl, hawks, prairie dogs, songbirds, butterflies, and even a small herd of deer. It may be in the heart of the city, but, with a little imagination, you’re transported miles away.

22 05 2011

Linda H – So beautifully said. While some were waiting for the end of the world and some were scoffing and some were going about business as usual, beauty was – still – all around us. And maybe that was the best message of all. 🙂

Related, but unrelated (at least specifically) to wild horses, I read this yesterday … I’ve been thinking about it ever since: http://stoefflphotography.com/wordpress/2011/01/do-we-notice-beauty/

There are at least a couple of commercials on TV now (I’m not even sure what they’re selling I’m so caught up in people being nice to each other being noticed, and not only that, used in a national ad campaign) that show the ripple effects of people noticing each other, being nice to each other, passing it on, paying it forward. What a concept!

Can’t we all experience a little rapture every day? Even while it was snowing great fat plops of gigantic snowflakes last week that kept me from the basin, I was running around like a kid trying to take it all in – knowing it would be gone soon, knowing it meant moisture for the horses – and other critters in the region, the farmers and ranchers – all of us. Grey days … and beautiful.

Thanks for the reminder that we find rapture in all the little things that happen every day. 🙂

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