Experimental; Equine Macro Photography

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Since before my first memory I’ve been obsessed with the beauty of horses, not only their physical beauty, but their beautiful spirits, their wisdom and intuition. Since photography also is a long term friend of mine, I’ve done a lot of experimenting photographing horses. I have a collection of photos, (that may, or may not become a book one day,) with equine macro photography. When I see unusually beautiful details on a horse I can’t help myself, I need to take capture it with my lens. It can be extraordinary eye colors (like the mustang above,) a coats unusual color combinations, or texture, or swirls on their body.

 

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Above is a close-up photo of an Icelandic Horse’s muzzle, with an abundance of facial hair, and you can see a hint of a thick winter coat in the background.

 

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A horse coats have swirls, just like our hair. Since a horse have a lot more hair than we humans, many also have more swirls (sometimes called whorls.) The most common places to see them is on their face, neck, chest, and flanks. There’s many theories, and even legends about their meaning. To some degree I believe there’s something to them. Having swirls like the Arabian Horse above means prosperity to its owner, according to the Bedouine beliefs.

 

Swirls are hair rooted in brain cells; the rest of the hair is developed from hair follicles in the skin. The forehead swirl hair is the most influencial because it is the first hair to develop and grow on the body in the embryonic fetus. – Charlotte Cannon

 

Here is an interesting article if you would like to know more about swirls. All my personal favorite  horses through the years, had two, or three swirls on their foreheads. A coincidence?

 

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An older mustang with a beautiful, long, two colored mane.

 

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An Arabian Horse with big, clear, expressive eyes. I was called out to a ranch to take pictures of another horse, while this guy decided to hang out with me. His company was very pleasant. It was a cold, windy day, and I spent a good couple hours taking photos of his friend. The owner disappeared into her warm house after  a few minutes. I didn’t quiet get the shot I wanted of the crazy horse I was supposed to take pictures of, but I’m kind of happy with this one. (The owner was happy with the other ones too.)

I hope you enjoyed these experimental photos. I just realized that the horses in this post happened to be my three favorite horse breeds; Icelandic, Arabian, and Mustang.

Looking forward to see other entries in the weekly photos challenge. Have an amazing day!

Love,

Ms Zen

 

 

Gratitude

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As this weekend comes to an end I feel an overwhelming wave of gratitude coming over me. It’s been a fantastic weekend. I have no words. So instead I’m sharing this photo from earlier today. I hope your weekend was magical, relaxing, fun, energizing, and everything else you wanted it to be.

Love,

Ms Zen

Temporary

Hands Framed Print featuring the photograph Temporary by Sagittarius Viking

It was a short fleeting moment. I was sitting on my bed, in the rental house in Napa. My daughter was 4months old. It was right before her first Christmas. My daughter was taking a nap right next to me, I was comfortably sitting in bed, editing photos on my computer. She woke up, looked at me very intensely and grabbed my middle finger. She did not let go. I had my camera within reach and captured the moment. I’m glad I did. It was a quiet moment of connection.

This was almost exactly 5 years ago to the day. The house we used to rent, where all those memories were made, burned down in the recent fires. My daughter’s hand is obviously not that tiny anymore! Even though she still enjoys holding my hand, this moment was a temporary blessing. When she was a baby I felt like time was standing still. I was wrong!

Have you ever felt like that? Like you’re in a vacuum? That time isn’t moving in any direction? In hindsight I’m extremely grateful for that special time we had, when the whole world was just her and I.

Love,

Ms Zen