I get so hung up about writing posts, you know, fellow bloggers out there? I think that It’s got to be PERFECT somehow. Oh, and then I have to figure out what perfection means or I get worried about some little thing about writing and blogging and then, viola as they don’t say in France, I write nothing.
I had another bareback lesson last week. This is the tack that Leah and I are taking for the moment since I really have to work on my balance, plus it’s pretty darn cold still and sitting bareback on a nice warm horse is very comfortable. Our weather sucks enourmously here, so I don’t know if there will be any riding tomorrow or not (Wednesday night is lesson night), so we’ll have to see.
I bought a new old camera recently, one of those point-and-click35mm cameras that used to cost $150-$200 and now are on e-bay and whatknot. I was looking at old pictures that I’d taken with a similar camera many years ago and thinking how much more I liked them than the ones I’ve taken digitally. But I’m not much a photog. and I do think art is all — but there’s something about the heft of even a small point-and-shoot film camera that makes me feel comfortable. Waiting to get back the pictures. I had only B&W film at the time and that takes longer to develop, so we’ll see if the shots of Mo and the cute puppy visiting at the barn on Saturday are any account.
Huh. Look at that. Wrote a bunch of stuff and hardly even noticed.