Below is another member of the U.S. Equestrian Team. Boyd Martin.
You can barely make out the U.S. Flag symbol at the top of his boot.
In honor of the United States Equestrian team athletes competing in London for the Olympics, I thought you would like to see a photograph of one of our team members. Phillip Dutton.
My horse Guinness after being hosed down with cool water on a very hot day. Can you feel how slippery his fur is from the salt that is coming off of him from sweating?
I feel so sad for the animals outside on days like today. 109 degree
He is answering and comforming, to his rider. What do you see that is different of this horse who
is in a huge test. The rider, I do not know. They were in Cross Country competition.
I can't love this guy enough. I see the "fine" hair of his mane in the air. I see the forelock in a dark ruby color fastly going through his ears. The determination of his eye. The WHITE lightening streak going down his nose.
Love the rider's gloves. Love (if you can see it) the crop un-used.
The feeling of movement in a whirl of a merry go round. The mane floating in softness in the air. The electric colors of the background forest matching the flower's petals. Three silver buckles. Ears on the rider. Forelock stuck to his forehead by the wind. Eyelashes lit by the sun, soft brown eyes in concentration. Nostrils flared breathing out a warm heat. Silver snaffle rings and leather tightness.
I can close my eyes and just imagine the surreal ride on this King of Dressage.
If you were me, and you were thinking what I am thinking, you would want to pick up a pencil.
Now, trace with me the lines of this horse's head.
No, no, I didn't say a magic marker. No law suits here with ruining your computer screen.
This guy's head is so defined. Love his perfect ears, and strong jaw bone. The half white moon on his forehead. The sun bleached red tint to his forelock and next to his eye. His eye being the same color as the sun bleach. I bet if you were me, you would be reaching up to see just how firm those ears are. His name is Calypso. Isn't he a handsome guy?
The alignment of the rider's helmet between the ears of the horse, her eyes dead center. The front hooves in unison. The large muscles in balance on his chest. The large marbled belly. Dirt flying in the air. The grey ghost rider at the bottom right. Eyes staring at the photographer.
I just came across this photo today. Thought it was kind of interesting. What do you think? Here we have the little colt Picasso, and he is looking intently onto what in the world his Mother Hanna is eating? "OH my gosh, is it normal to eat that green stuff?" "Is it any good?" "I think, I'd rather have milk!"
If you know me at all, you will KNOW that I just love that the Mother's ears are waaaay back. (Don't interrupt me son, I have some green grass here." )
But, then you see, the colt imitating his Mom. Look at his ears! He isn't even sure why he has them back. But,
Momma knows everything....