23 05 2012

Hanging out with a few bands and a couple other bachelors during a recent visit.

No time to change settings or zoom as Kreacher went zooming past, Hollywood hot on his heels!

Spring, to me, is a time for babies. In the course of making those babies for next year, a certain amount of “stallion action” happens.

Regular readers know I don’t post much in the way of typical “fighting stallions” shots. They are the shots that are ooh’d and ahh’d over. But. With all due respect, and *in my opinion,* they’re overdone. That type of behavior doesn’t happen often (relative to the year-round cycle of  wild horse living). There’s SO much more to their lives. They can end up hurt – like Bounce and Copper currently. That said, it does, in fact, happen, and it’s part of life in the horses’ wild. I see it. I photograph it. Rarely, I post images showing it – if it’s unique and shows also the stallions’ grace and beauty as well as their power and strength.

And I do love the expression of their power and grace, so I look for ways to share that.

What fascinates me more than image(s) of stallions pawing the air – or each other – or even the above (knowing the cause and effect), is knowing the streams of language flowing unabated between them all – between members of bands, between bands in general, between bands and bachelors, bachelors and bands.

Kreacher was back after being conspicuously absent the day after the count, and Bounce was still there, at a distance (still limping but much better than a week or so ago). Kreacher is torn between Aspen, protecting his band (Mona and Roja and Killian), and Duke, waiting for opportunity, and Bounce, biding his time and his injury. Mona was Kreacher’s not so long ago (before she had Shane), and Roja was Kreacher’s years ago (with her mother, Molly). If I remember it so starkly, how much more richly do they remember?

I see their language as a dance of flowing streams shimmering in the air, weaving back and forth all around them – oh, to be fluent! You can see the obvious in their reactions, of course, but so much more is missed by human eyes. It can’t be captured in words or in pictures. You can SEE it … but to UNDERSTAND it?!




3 responses

24 05 2012
Lynn and Kathy

Maybe, with any hope of understanding it, one has to “live” with them, seek them silently and only when they allow it. Their “language” cannot be understood entirely in terms of our own. Sometimes, perhaps…there may be some things we can explain to ourselves (anthropomorphically), but their total interaction, i.e. “language” will always be just theirs – right? T.J, you’ve done a remarkable job interpreting this for us. Then, you leave a door open for us to imagine our own “conversation” with them. That’s the magic. 😉

25 05 2012

I try to be as UN-anthropomorphic as possible – at least on the blog. 🙂 On my own, I can’t help but see that slip into my thinking. I think their language is so rich and nuanced … one flick of an ear can speak volumes … or is it just to get rid of a fly? *They* know. I really think if humans knew a fraction of the grace of animals, we wouldn’t have the strife and hatred we do in this world.

25 05 2012
Lynn and Kathy


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