God's Creatures, Our Domain

Of God's creatures, horses are probably the most pampered and most abused. Horses have families, they have friends. These two mares are friends, they go everywhere together. The old red one is a crippled up broken down Standardbred racehorse. She was bred to run, or in her case trot or pace. After she broke down she was used as a broodmare. I wonder what became of her offspring? I can guess but I won't go into the greed and economy of producing horses for the race industry.
I don't know the history of the pretty pinto mare. Before long these to will be retrieved by their owner of this pasture. They will most likely be split up. Owner doesn't see more than broodmares. I see kind willing friendly souls worthy of respect. I can't save all the horses, I do what I can.

I have some very nice art available at Fine Art America. My original paintings have translated well to greeting cards, pillows ,shower curtains and even yoga mats. Take a look.
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What's outside my camper door?

What's outside my camper door? Friendly horses. I forgot how intoxicating the smell of a horse is. The yearling is my favorite. She's in the second picture. She paws my stair steps if the door is closed in the morning. I put my arms around her neck and put my face against her mane and breathe. I go back to a time of loving and caring for my horse. I was a kid and we would meet after school to ride our horses and ponies.  No helmets, no boots, no saddles. Just sweaty horses against our legs. We rode for miles. Those trails are long gone, replaced by shopping centers and highways and fence. Karen Collins and I were best friends oh those so many years ago. These memories we're deep in my mind. They started coming to the surface when my face was buried in the yearings long mane. These horses are at my friend Patricia Hill s farm.

New Horse Art