This is a great set of images Soren! They are magnificent animals aren't they - I love the big Shire horses or the Suffolk punches, such fabulous working horses...although I've had an aversion to getting on one since I was a kid! :-)
Yep, I like to keep my feet firmly on the ground. I don't think I could get back on now - I love horses and appreciate their beauty but I also value keeping my body in one piece.
Very engaging story Søren. I have a fondness for horses, dogs and a few others furry creatures. When I think of horse throughout history, the main thing I continue to respond to is the necessity to clean up after them. Stieglitz's horse car terminal, thank goodness it's in black and white. That dirty street is not just a dirty street. Growing up, I always wondered why boots were a necessity before the invention of the automobile. Ta Daaaa! Just some meandering thoughts.
Thank you, Kenneth. Made me smile. There is a price to pay... cats, dogs, horses, they all do it. And we, humans, end up cleaning it up. That is the cycle of life! But we still love them!
I’m a dog and a horse person too. It took me a year of full time convincing my wife before I got permission to get our dog and I’ve started the process for a horse - although I think it will take longer!
Like you, I’m also a dog person (although I was owned by a couple of cats for many years) but I have a special place in my heart, and a lot of respect, for horses. Such beautiful animals. I love this series of photos, Søren.
Thank you, Mark. Good of you to say so. It was a spur of the moment thing. I saw the painting and the book and figured that was too much for me to ignore. Thank you.
Great set, Søren. The one with the power station in the background is particularly striking - the contrast between the slower, gentler life of the horse set against the vast, almost sinister look of those cooling towers and all that goes with modern industry. I tend to be a little wary around horses, probably from a rather scary encounter I had when I was a kid. I'm a bit better with them these days, though. Beautiful creatures.
Thank you. I printed the cooling towers with the lone horse in platinum/palladium a couple of years ago. It is one of my fovourite photographs of my own. Seems we have good taste! 😃
Did you get bit? I almost lost a finger once when delivering a carrot! But I still love horses. They are beautiful to look at and can be so affectionate.
Good grief... that sounds very painful. My encounter wasn't quite so painful, but very scary to my very young self back in the 70s. We'd just arrived at our holiday destination and out caravan backed onto a field. There also happened to be a gap jn the hedge that lead to a pair of horses stood close to each other in the middle of said field. I naively approached too close. The male started to come towards me rather quicker than I liked. At this point I fled back down the field, my little legs carrying me as fast as they could, crying out as the horse nipped at the back of my shirt. My Mum heard the screams and came running into the field, shooing the horse away from me, much to my relief. This relief was cut short, however, as the moment I got back in the caravan I got a severe telling off. This felt so unfair at the time just after it had happened. Looking back as a parent myself, I can fully appreciate my Mother's reaction of fright and then the protective instinct kicking in to deal with my stupidity. You live and learn (hopefully), I guess..
I have done the horses in the field. Been chased out of a field by a horse that didn't think I should be there. In Sicily. I was photographing this great tree. It was hot as Hades and there were three horses under this tree that was completely straight on the underside, based on how high the horses could reach to eat the leaves. I thought it was beautiful. I approached. I got about half way across the field when one of the horses decided to either come and say hello, or had decided that that was far enough. I did not stick around to find out. I climbed on top of a stone wall and photographed from there. 😃
I was pretty small then & a feral orphan no nothin from the big city .. so keep in mind I could duck under & in between.. so the scale of myself & other ‘littles’ versus the giants of the fields was laughable. But farm kids are amazing & fearless.. plus amazing ‘teachers ! After the kids get you ‘indoctrinated & up to speed - the elder farmers & Farm Women take you in hand as well
The key lesson was always - the horse or horses & YOU .. must ‘come to an arrangement or working agreement .. uh - perhaps better said - ‘an accommodation .. haha !
Surely you came upon my ‘memoir styling here ? ‘Night Of The Royal’ ?
.. ‘Stalking Horse.. is an old ‘Brand of mine.. from ‘the way before & whenever possible will include them in my writings - whether Fiction or Memoir Stylings.. so great to see such an excellent & Original Collection. A draft horse named Queenie is my very first ‘memory.. & despite a crazy innate ‘Kodachrome thang’ in my head - can go no further back ..
My Memory commences with that feathery wuffling feeling & vision ! As a fresh toddler held up for inspection by Joe the Italian Fruit Man in Moore Park, midtown Toronto. But by 12 was on the farm during the harvest - ridin shotgun & learnin ‘bringin in the sheaves - behind teams of Clyde’s & Belgians mainly.. I so wish that every kid could experience the same..
I’m a dog person as well, but I’ve always wanted a horse. If I had the money, I’d buy one because they are beautiful creatures. Do you know what medium the artist used? It looks smooth like watercolor but the aesthetic is more oil. Lovely pics, as always. I’m shocked you have so many photos of horses—I wish my archive was that robust!
Definitely an oil painting. I would guess 6 feet across and five tall. It is huge. Extremely well painted. I really enjoyed the show. Thanks for the nice words. Yes, I have a robust archive, but I have lots, and lots of gaps!
Oh, lots of places left to go...... I have been fortunate to travel extensively and have moved a fair bit. It all adds up.... Being as undisciplined a photographer as I am, it gives me a good stash to work with!
This is a great set of images Soren! They are magnificent animals aren't they - I love the big Shire horses or the Suffolk punches, such fabulous working horses...although I've had an aversion to getting on one since I was a kid! :-)
Thank you, Lin! They are lovely. Did you fall off?
Oh yes...and my parents were determined to put me back on. As Vinnie Jones would say "it was emotional"!! 😂
Oh, boy! Did you want to get back on? Or was this one of those parent things?
Haha - oh no, there was no way anyone was getting me back on that horse and my parents got the message!😂
And you have been on terra ferma ever since... never ventured back to give it a go?
Yep, I like to keep my feet firmly on the ground. I don't think I could get back on now - I love horses and appreciate their beauty but I also value keeping my body in one piece.
Very engaging story Søren. I have a fondness for horses, dogs and a few others furry creatures. When I think of horse throughout history, the main thing I continue to respond to is the necessity to clean up after them. Stieglitz's horse car terminal, thank goodness it's in black and white. That dirty street is not just a dirty street. Growing up, I always wondered why boots were a necessity before the invention of the automobile. Ta Daaaa! Just some meandering thoughts.
Cheers!
Thank you, Kenneth. Made me smile. There is a price to pay... cats, dogs, horses, they all do it. And we, humans, end up cleaning it up. That is the cycle of life! But we still love them!
Beautiful photos.
Thank you, Glenn!
I’m a dog and a horse person too. It took me a year of full time convincing my wife before I got permission to get our dog and I’ve started the process for a horse - although I think it will take longer!
You are half way home! You got the dog!! You know how to do it now.... slow and steady gets the horse! Good luck and thank you for reading!
I always feel sorry for the horses that are being used in the cities to haul around lazy tourists…
I do too, but the alternative is much worse in many cases.
Like you, I’m also a dog person (although I was owned by a couple of cats for many years) but I have a special place in my heart, and a lot of respect, for horses. Such beautiful animals. I love this series of photos, Søren.
Thank you, Mark. Good of you to say so. It was a spur of the moment thing. I saw the painting and the book and figured that was too much for me to ignore. Thank you.
Great set, Søren. The one with the power station in the background is particularly striking - the contrast between the slower, gentler life of the horse set against the vast, almost sinister look of those cooling towers and all that goes with modern industry. I tend to be a little wary around horses, probably from a rather scary encounter I had when I was a kid. I'm a bit better with them these days, though. Beautiful creatures.
Thank you. I printed the cooling towers with the lone horse in platinum/palladium a couple of years ago. It is one of my fovourite photographs of my own. Seems we have good taste! 😃
Did you get bit? I almost lost a finger once when delivering a carrot! But I still love horses. They are beautiful to look at and can be so affectionate.
Good grief... that sounds very painful. My encounter wasn't quite so painful, but very scary to my very young self back in the 70s. We'd just arrived at our holiday destination and out caravan backed onto a field. There also happened to be a gap jn the hedge that lead to a pair of horses stood close to each other in the middle of said field. I naively approached too close. The male started to come towards me rather quicker than I liked. At this point I fled back down the field, my little legs carrying me as fast as they could, crying out as the horse nipped at the back of my shirt. My Mum heard the screams and came running into the field, shooing the horse away from me, much to my relief. This relief was cut short, however, as the moment I got back in the caravan I got a severe telling off. This felt so unfair at the time just after it had happened. Looking back as a parent myself, I can fully appreciate my Mother's reaction of fright and then the protective instinct kicking in to deal with my stupidity. You live and learn (hopefully), I guess..
What a great and traumatic memory!
I have done the horses in the field. Been chased out of a field by a horse that didn't think I should be there. In Sicily. I was photographing this great tree. It was hot as Hades and there were three horses under this tree that was completely straight on the underside, based on how high the horses could reach to eat the leaves. I thought it was beautiful. I approached. I got about half way across the field when one of the horses decided to either come and say hello, or had decided that that was far enough. I did not stick around to find out. I climbed on top of a stone wall and photographed from there. 😃
Wise man!
I was pretty small then & a feral orphan no nothin from the big city .. so keep in mind I could duck under & in between.. so the scale of myself & other ‘littles’ versus the giants of the fields was laughable. But farm kids are amazing & fearless.. plus amazing ‘teachers ! After the kids get you ‘indoctrinated & up to speed - the elder farmers & Farm Women take you in hand as well
The key lesson was always - the horse or horses & YOU .. must ‘come to an arrangement or working agreement .. uh - perhaps better said - ‘an accommodation .. haha !
Surely you came upon my ‘memoir styling here ? ‘Night Of The Royal’ ?
.. ‘Stalking Horse.. is an old ‘Brand of mine.. from ‘the way before & whenever possible will include them in my writings - whether Fiction or Memoir Stylings.. so great to see such an excellent & Original Collection. A draft horse named Queenie is my very first ‘memory.. & despite a crazy innate ‘Kodachrome thang’ in my head - can go no further back ..
My Memory commences with that feathery wuffling feeling & vision ! As a fresh toddler held up for inspection by Joe the Italian Fruit Man in Moore Park, midtown Toronto. But by 12 was on the farm during the harvest - ridin shotgun & learnin ‘bringin in the sheaves - behind teams of Clyde’s & Belgians mainly.. I so wish that every kid could experience the same..
That is fantastic. You are right, every kid should have that experience. We would be in a different world today if that were the case!
.. Heavy Horses .. They’re how I learned to drive .. 🦎🏴☠️💋
Fantastic! That must have been something....
You have been TRAVELING.
LoL, I get around….
Excellent shots!
Thank you, Wildflower! I appreciate it. These topical dives are great fun!
I’m a dog person as well, but I’ve always wanted a horse. If I had the money, I’d buy one because they are beautiful creatures. Do you know what medium the artist used? It looks smooth like watercolor but the aesthetic is more oil. Lovely pics, as always. I’m shocked you have so many photos of horses—I wish my archive was that robust!
Definitely an oil painting. I would guess 6 feet across and five tall. It is huge. Extremely well painted. I really enjoyed the show. Thanks for the nice words. Yes, I have a robust archive, but I have lots, and lots of gaps!
Wonderful photographs. Such magnificent creatures.
Thank you, Jonathan, they are indeed very photogenic!
These are fantastic shots, Søren! Is there anyplace you haven’t been??
Oh, lots of places left to go...... I have been fortunate to travel extensively and have moved a fair bit. It all adds up.... Being as undisciplined a photographer as I am, it gives me a good stash to work with!