This is a drawing done of Snip to make it look like he’s jumping over the clouds. I cut out a photograph of him rolling on the ground on his back and taped it on here in such a way to make it look like he’s jumping over the clouds. It’s here because I loved the idea of making him look like he’s jumping over the clouds when he reality he’s rolling on his back.
This drawing is based on a photo of me and My Boy, Snip, riding bareback. I did a great job on drawing him, but I did a horrible job on myself. This represents me and him together. My love for him.
This was drawn back in 2010. The drawing is of a white plastic mare that I have. She is one of my many horse figurines. She’s named “Snowy” because of her coat. Snowy is one of my few horse figurines that I’ve drawn.
I’m a fanatic about horses as I get older. And so here’s a horse poem from several years ago.
Shadow in the night,
Shadow in the day,
Following you everywhere,
Always staying behind you,
So you will not see the horse that keeps following you,
Night and day.
A half-hour from my house, are the Livestock Show Grounds, where every year the wild horses and burros (donkeys) from Nevada–I think that’s where they’re from–come to be sold. (They’re sold at other places on their way down here). It was in February, I think, that they came down, and at 8AM, my mom, neice, and I went to see the horses and burros since it started at about 8:30AM. The weather was wonderfully chilly, and with jeans, my cowboy boots, a long-sleeved shirt, and hoodie on it felt great out. At the show grounds, we parked and went straight to where the auction was taking place. There were a couple dozen wild horses, which were all beautifully shaggy, and two adorable (also shaggy) burros. The colors of the horses ranged from light brown to dark brown to black, with different markings, mostly markings on the face, such as a blaze, or legs of black or dark brown. Very few of them were one solid color. My favorite one there–the one I would have bought–was a light brown filly with a white patch in the center of her forehead, the size of my little finger’s nail. (She’s pictured in a close-up and distance one of her with her nose to the ground nibbling at the hay there and a close up of her face). I also got to feed her and the black filly with the dark brown-tinted forelock. The light brown filly also let me pet her a little. She was the most friendly one of them all. As you can see from the pictures, I went around and took a lot of pictures of the horses. I “oohed and awwed” at all the horses. My mom and I noted which ones we liked the most, the two of us commenting on the horse’s confirmations, markings, and colorings, while my niece tried to feed them. We watched as the guys there separated the horse(s) out from the others that were already bought and sent them down a chute to their new owner’s trailer. My little filly got separated out too, and was sent down the chute to a guy’s trailer. And in she went. Awhile later, we left for home.
This horse picture is drawn from a horse book, back when I was first learning how to draw horses. I taught myself how to draw, by first drawing horses from books and magazines. It was drawn around 2007 or so. The horse picture is of a mother, Sunny, and her colt, Casey. I named them myself–they didn’t have those names in the book.
I drew this on May 11, 2011, as it says on the drawing. It’s a drawing of My Boy, Snip, who is pictured with me on my my Meet Me page. It’s drawn from a photo of Snip that I took sometime earlier. The photo that this was drawn from was taken at Snip’s owner’s farm out in the country near San Antonio. Snip’s tethered to a rope at their saddlebarn, cause I’m about to go ride him. I was going on a spree of taking photos of Snip.
One of the horse poems that I wrote when I was having one of my many horse-crazy moments from several years ago. 😀
Shining in the sky,
So bright it blinds the eye,
A beautiful horse is shining.
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