“The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.” — Henry David Thoreau
Gravity is the culprit. The only thing keeping a top-heavy, one-thousand pound horse from plopping to the ground are four long, thin legs.
If you have any doubts about the boast that Kentucky is the horse capital of the world, just look at the statistics for winners of the Kentucky Derby.
Remember the old psych quiz where you’re asked a question and supposed to say the first word that comes to mind? If the question was How would you describe Bali?, we would blurt “Exotic!”
As Noel Coward said, only “mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.” I’m neither, which is why I was safely ensconced on our deep, shady guesthouse balcony – bare feet propped up, cool Beer Lao in hand.
Like most collectors I started small. In fact, in the beginning I had no intention of becoming a collector. But it only took the second photo, and Bam!, I was a gargoyle waterspout photo collector.
The holidays are rolling around again, and for me, this pleasant downtime is a good opportunity to reflect on what’s been happening in my life.