tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888091845778631069.post7712903165469553869..comments2023-06-21T06:54:11.510-07:00Comments on The Midnight Library: How to Draw a Horse -- The Short VersionDonna Barrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904536331777669867noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888091845778631069.post-91698034164513156612011-01-23T10:21:05.380-08:002011-01-23T10:21:05.380-08:00I dunno if I "love" horses. I have no i...I dunno if I "love" horses. I have no illusions about them, because I know how powerful they are, how hard-headed and arrogant for reasons of survival. I'll never be one of them -- but they're so generous to include us. I once saved the life of a horse (and myself) and an abused, angry mare suddenly transformed me into herd leader. Of course, it then meant she never watched where she put her feet after that, and made ME do ALL the driving. Then there was my sister's ancient mare, that fell asleep under me -- AT A CANTER. Nobody believed me until another guy up here said, "Wow, I thought I was the only one had that happen."Donna Barrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16904536331777669867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888091845778631069.post-49813029364155820782011-01-22T10:18:54.103-08:002011-01-22T10:18:54.103-08:00I love my horses. Every word you say describes how...I love my horses. Every word you say describes how to depict them with love and respect. I adore their power, shyness, kindness, stroppiness and manipulativeness. I am smitten with the way I'm seen as herd member/boss/food supplier/reassurance/parent and child. Such complicated people (and I do see them as people, just different from bipeds) and so communicative. Thanks. Hoping others pick up on the info and get their depiction right.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10806024417450969209noreply@blogger.com