Killian’s band is to the right (some stationary, some already moving away), and another band is to the left. Killian stands protectively between them. The chase through the trees has already happened, and the other band is drinking at a seep. Killian, here, seems calm and only observant. What thoughts does he have?
Corazon and Maiku follow the dust trail left by their girls after a dustup with a nearby band as the sun sinks beyond the smoky horizon.
The sky has been smoky again over Disappointment Valley, but Skywalker, moseying after a familiar family, doesn’t seem to mind. He has the necessities, and all is well.
Juniper also likes to nibble the greasewood (Really, they all love it like ice cream). That’s the vast sweep of Valentine Mesa (my name for it) behind her.
The beauty doesn’t mind playing in the dirt now and then. 🙂
Seneca knows what everyone knows: The best greasewood is the greasewood on the other side of the greasewood bush. 🙂
Storm.
What do you call a pinto with appaloosa spots?
A mud-splattered Raven. 🙂
This is a pic that precedes Wednesday’s pic by 14 frames … and 31 seconds.
It was meant to follow the “Bewitched” post, which featured unusual lighting glowing over our handsome Sundance. … And then snow happened. 🙂
So here’s the rest of that story:
At the time I took these photos, I was in or at the edge of the shade, and Sundance was moseying on after his band, already within the shadow of Valentine Mesa. The perspective of the image is that I’m facing southeast-ish, with southwest to my right-ish. It was just after 7 p.m., and depending where you are in Spring Creek Basin or greater Disappointment Valley, the sun sets around 7:30 p.m.
As Sundance walked past, I pivoted to take pix … snapping several frames, one of which was the pic of Wednesday’s post, where the spotlight of divine light seems to be coming from above his left shoulder – or from the southeast. Which is wild and weird because the sun was setting basically in front of him!
🙂 Who can explain the beauty of magic??
(Note: I had no idea I’d captured Wednesday’s blog pic until I was looking through images on my computer a couple of days after I’d taken them.)
Today is the 19th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.
Alan Jackson’s “Where Were You” was on the radio a few days ago, and it inspired this post. It’s still a pretty discordant world out there.
We can meet each other, not knowing each other, and maybe we don’t sit down to dinner together (yet), but we can give each other the space we need, the understanding and the respect to carry on.
Horses may not know love in the way humans understand it, but they certainly practice affection with each other, and they know the bonds of family (blood and/or otherwise) – which is key to their survival – and I absolutely believe they know and practice respect.
The very simplest thing I can say today is that the world needs more love. Is that too simplistic? So maybe our greatest gift is that we can and should show each other *respect*.
Certainly, hate can’t flourish in that environment.
*****
Where Were You
Where were you when the world stopped turnin’
That September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or workin’ on some stage in L.A.?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?
Did you weep for the children, they lost their dear loved ones
Pray for the ones who don’t know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?
Did you burst out with pride for the red, white, and blue
And the heroes who died just doin’ what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN, but I’m not sure I can tell you
The diff’rence in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turnin’
That September day?
Teachin’ a class full of innocent children
Or drivin’ down some cold interstate?
Did you feel guilty ’cause you’re a survivor?
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep?
Did you notice the sunset for the first time in ages
And speak to some stranger on the street?
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun?
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watchin’
And turn on I Love Lucy reruns?
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Stand in line to give your own blood?
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love?
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN, but I’m not sure I can tell you
The diff’rence in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN, but I’m not sure I can tell you
The diff’rence in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love
And the greatest is love
And the greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turnin’
On that September day?
*****
Source:Â LyricFind
Songwriters: Alan Jackson
Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning) lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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