Showing posts with label Gypsy Vanner horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gypsy Vanner horses. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Monday, October 9, 2017
The Mystery of Dunbrody
This blog carries me from obsession to obsession, and horses are definitely one of them. When I see an exceptional horse like this one, a Gypsy Vanner stallion named Copper Coin, it makes me want to go on living.
I never heard of the Gypsy Vanner until seven or eight years ago, when I found an incredible photo of a massive dapple grey horse and could hardly believe my eyes how beautiful he was. I don't know if the photo is still around the internet, but he was a legendary sire at a stable called, I think, Kintyre. It started in Ireland, moved to the States, and now I can't find a trace of it. I wonder what happened.
The horse, I can't find him now, but he looked sort of like this:
I just remember the cream-on-steel-grey dappling, the floaty feathering that must be murder to keep clean, and the unexpectedly tiny pink nose. The trailing Veronica Lake bangs are particularly fetching. This might also be called an Irish Cob horse, because the names seem almost interchangeable. The horse I remember - the picture I remember - was a legendary sire who had "stamped his get" down the generations, dozens and hundreds of prize-winning foals.
(Later): I can't believe I found him!
THIS is the horse that blew my mind back in about 2009, though of course it was a grainy photo of only a few hundred pixels. It turns out that this horse is called Dunbrody (of course! How could I have forgotten that?), and is associated with the name Clononeen and Kintyre, though I don't know how. The Kintyre web site stopped being updated six years ago, in that frustrating way they do. And Pinterest, the evil sorceress, has swallowed all his pictures without a trace of useful information attached (because who cares about THAT, eh?).
It's hard for me to believe this is the same horse, though he's called Dunbrody: his mane, fanning out like Farrah Fawcett's hairdo, seems ash blonde compared to the other photos where he's more ginger. But horses of the grey persuasion are somewhat like Lipizzans, in that their coat often begins dark and grows lighter and lighter with the years. It must be him, because of that grey crescent on his left nostril. Imagine seeing all that mane and feathering floating behind him as he trotted along!
I even found some video which MIGHT be Dunbrody, but as usual with older videos, there are no identifying marks on it. Here, his mane and tail (if it's him) are very dark:
I don't want to say with certainty, but this may be a juvenile version, a not-fully-grown Dunbrody. If I could see his muzzle and his nose up-close, I would know for sure.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
I know your soul is wild and free
Out of nowhere this gust of wind
brushed my hair and kissed my skin
i aimed to hold a bridled pace
when with love itself i came face to face
tossed by instinct and where we land
is vast and certain of all that's planned
brushed my hair and kissed my skin
i aimed to hold a bridled pace
when with love itself i came face to face
pullin' back the reins
trying to remain
tall in a saddle
when all that we had well
ran away
with a will of its own
like this galloping inside me
i know your soul is wild and free
tossed by instinct and where we land
is vast and certain of all that's planned
you know, i finally learned to break the run
and gently harness the love of someone
yes, and equal parts of wait and trust
is in control of the both of us
pullin' back the reins
trying to remain
trying to remain
tall in a saddle
when all that we had well
ran away
with a will of its own
k d lang
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim
Pied Beauty
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
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