First, we love it because it was submitted to us. This is little Indiana taking a rest under the fence of her pasture. She is cute as a button (we do love the spotted ones!) and we just want to lay down on the grass next to her.
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A true illustration of the grass always being greener, this handsome fella just doesn’t have enough on his side of the fence!
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There is something quite unexpected & cute about this image. While most of it is the yin & yang effect, but some of it is the casual & relaxed behavior of the subjects. We think they are feral ponies, but aren’t quite sure where they are in the world. They look rugged, fuzzy & we just want to scratch behind their ears!
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One day during this summer the groom cleaned and dressed me with such extraordinary care that I thought some new change must be at hand; he trimmed my fetlocks and legs, passed the tarbrush over my hoofs, and even parted my forelock. I think the harness had an extra polish. Willie seemed half-anxious, half-merry, as he got into the chaise with his grandfather.
“If the ladies take to him,” said the old gentleman, “they’ll be suited and he’ll be suited. We can but try.” Read more
It’s no secret we like shots of grazing horses, especially when you pair them with great photography. This robust lady is enjoying her afternoon meal & we wish we could lay in the grass nearby to watch her eat. She displays aubtle mealy characteristics on her lovely bay coat – we just love the shaggy heaviness of draft breeds!
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At this sale, of course I found myself in company with the old broken-down horses — some lame, some broken-winded, some old, and some that I am sure it would have been merciful to shoot. Read more
We don’t really have to explain it do we? There is something about the youngsters, something unpredictable & wild. This image captures that, along with the lovely black coats of these beautiful Friesian babies. They make a striking pair & we’d love to have seen them frolic!
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My new master I shall never forget; he had black eyes and a hooked nose, his mouth was as full of teeth as a bull-dog’s, and his voice was as harsh as the grinding of cart wheels over graveled stones. His name was Nicholas Skinner, and I believe he was the man that poor Seedy Sam drove for.
I have heard men say that seeing is believing; but I should say that feeling is believing; for much as I had seen before, I never knew till now the utter misery of a cab-horse’s life. Read more
We simply cannot resist images of horses in fields of flowers, especially daisies. This photo really speaks for itself, but can we just say dapples! There is something about a dapple grey horse that makes us think of unicorns in training.
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I was sold to a corn dealer and baker, whom Jerry knew, and with him he thought I should have good food and fair work. In the first he was quite right, and if my master had always been on the premises I do not think I should have been overloaded, but there was a foreman who was always hurrying and driving every one, and frequently when I had quite a full load he would order something else to be taken on. My carter, whose name was Jakes, often said it was more than I ought to take, but the other always overruled him. “‘Twas no use going twice when once would do, and he chose to get business forward.” Read more
There is definitely something gloomy & melancholy about this image, but we like it anyway. The horse doesn’t look particularly sad (or underfed) just tired. It’s really the setting itself that gives it an ominous vibe. Regardless of the slightly horror movie feel, we give this shot a thumbs up. We do, however, want to move this poor guy out of that deep mud!
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For some people Christmas and the New Year are very merry times; but for cabmen and cabmen’s horses it is no holiday, though it may be a harvest. There are so many parties, balls, and places of amusement open that the work is hard and often late. Sometimes driver and horse have to wait for hours in the rain or frost, shivering with the cold, while the merry people within are dancing away to the music. I wonder if the beautiful ladies ever think of the weary cabman waiting on his box, and his patient beast standing, till his legs get stiff with cold. Read more