Pie bites at a fly after a ride.
The last week or so has been spent in a green folding chair at home and in Princeton, New Jersey watching Maizie play tennis. The matches have been exciting and thought-provoking. My insides turn in knots with nervous energy and in between matches I think about the similarities between her tennis and my riding. Honestly, there aren't many thoughts in my brain that don't eventually revolve around horses, but the type of tennis player Maizie has become parallels the way I've approached horses this time round. She is an indie tennis player and I am now an indie equestrian.
I can't help but think the indie approach to these pursuits, possibly to life in general, might be healthier than the traditional alternatives.
I have much to say on this subject and hope to write a post about this idea, but alas, another tennis clinic this morning and three adorable geldings call. So for now, some recent photos...
Sunny Monday on my Pie.
Brian and Maizie in our favorite coffee shop, Small World, Princeton, NJ.
Lovely Paper Source, Princeton. Sigh.
Back home for art show, Saturday night. Sold the last painting in my Simplicity series. Parting is always sweet sorrow - sad to see a painting go, but happy for its travels to a new home.
Glorious Foggy ride which ended in and around these small pines and fragrant locust. The locust trees smell earthy and citrus-y and remind me of riding my mare, Penny Lane years ago. Foggy loves circling around trees just like I do. He makes me giggle and brings me so much joy on every ride.
Another one of silly Pie. Poor Sovey doesn't have photos of our ride because he was the good boy who took me out through the rain yesterday. No cameras, but he kindly weathered the damp, icky pellets of drizzle just so I could get my horsey riding fix. These boys spoil me up everyday.