by Laura Crum
We’ve
all had them. (Or at least most of us who read this blog, anyway.) Those moments when magic is palpable—and a horse is part of the
picture. My novels were inspired, to some degree, by my desire to portray the
magic I found in horses.
Lately I’ve become more and more
interested in photographic images, and (sadly for a writer) less interested in
wordy descriptions. I am not a good photographer in any technical sense, but I
like the feeling that I can sometimes capture in photos. I enjoy looking at my
favorite photos—the ones that bring a special moment back to me. Anyway, I take
a lot of photos. My husband was looking through them the other day, and he
said, “All these photos are of HORSES.” Uhmm, yeah, guilty. (They’re not all of
horses, but lots of them are.)
Yep, photo after photo of horses in
my files—many of them taken from my horse’s back. Perhaps I could find an image
that truly captured the essence of riding? So I went through my photos again,
looking for my favorite shots--pictures that illustrated the feeling of delight
that I have in riding a horse. Pretty soon I had a whole list of these photos.
It was impossible for me to narrow it down to one or two. And this gave me an
idea for a post.
So here are some photos of
horseback riding. They are almost all of trail riding, in one form or another.
After selecting them, I realized that the beauty of the country we ride through
is an integral part of the magic of riding—for me. I will comment on what I
like in each photo. Will you guys vote on which ones speak to you? There is no
prize. Just the fun of discussing the magic of being on a horse, and what
images convey this magic to the observer.
A lot of these are ear photos, and
all of these photos were taken by me from Sunny’s back. There are several of my
son on his horse, Henry, also (mostly) taken by me from Sunny’s back (which is
why a few are a little bit blurry). The ones that show me and Sunny were almost
all taken by my husband. All of the photos were taken in the last four years
with a little point-and-shoot that fits in my pocket (or my husband’s pocket)
when we ride or hike. I haven’t included any of my older photos (taken with a
fancier camera—that won’t fit in a pocket), or any that were taken by my
friends who are “real” photographers. This is strictly an amateur’s snapshot
collection of trail horse photos. But it makes me smile, and brings back those
happy moments. Let me know what you think.
I love the above photo. To me, it
says it all. About riding, about the beauty of the place where I live. Ears
forward, looking out at the edge of the continent, above an empty beach by the
lovely Monterey Bay.
I used this photo for my Xmas card
one year. Taken by my husband as he hiked with us in November on our local
trails. I am on the palomino (Sunny) and my son is on the sorrel (Henry). The
ridge in the background is the one I see from my porch.
Something in the drama here speaks
to me, maybe the light or the body language—we were looking at sea lions
surfing, and that comes back to me every time I see this photo.
This is my favorite photo of the
view from the Lookout (about a mile from my front gate, via our local trails).
Looking north toward Pleasure Point and Santa Cruz. Taken on a bright January
day.
Riding down the local trail we call
“the pretty trail” (going home from the Lookout). Taken by my husband on
midsummer’s day. Really captures the lush beauty of these woods in summertime
and the peaceful quality of riding two steady horses.
This is blurry (shot from Sunny’s
back) but I still love it. For me it captures my son and Henry and this lovely
ride through the redwoods.
A boy and his horse—loping along in
the spring sunshine. Pure joy.
About to go wading. When I look at
this I can almost smell the ocean.
Riding down to the sea through the
sand dunes. The red vest makes a good focal point.
Riding to Parker Lake in the Sierra
Nevada Mountains. I love the reflections. This photo takes me right back to
being in the mountains.
Crossing Aptos Creek—I love the
reflections here, too, and the drops hitting the water.
This shot was taken by our friend,
Bill, as we rode away from his place in the Glass Mountains. “Tiny horsemen in
a big landscape,” says it all.
This is my husband’s favorite “ear
photo.” He thinks it is one of the few truly interesting riding photos I’ve
taken.
This shot seems almost iconic to
me.
This has an epic Biblical quality.
This one just speaks to me of so
many happy rides with my son on Sunny and Henry.
A boy and his horse alone on a big
empty beach. No footprints but our own.
Ok—this is not a great photo. But
it makes me smile.
I’ve got LOTS more I could post,
but I guess this is enough for now. Interesting how so many of them feature
water. Anyway, if you have a favorite, tell me.
