When The Man Comes Around

     This post is a preamble to Monday's blog.  If any of you know me well, you know that I am an animal lover.  If you really understand me, then you know that I think most animals are better than most people.  At least they're honest in their motives and steadfast and loyal.  The story tells it all:

   When The Man Comes Around

 

This is my third and probably final painting of this Arizona Bay horse.  I’ve painted most of the exceptional photos of this horse that I had.  I made an immediate connection with him on our first and only chance encounter.  Everything was perfect about this gelding -- his demeanor, the tack, the light.  But when God decides He wants a horse in His remuda, things can change in the blink of an eye… literally. One lightning bolt took this fine animal and two more like him.  It seems I take the passing of the Innocents (like dogs and horses) harder than most.  I try to build a tougher wall inside me and become more calloused, but when The Man comes around, it’s usually swift justice on His terms.

     I really have an affection for horses -- not the award-winners, but the hard-workers.  I'm always drawn to the remuda whenever I'm out West.  You'll find hundreds of horse shots in my photographic files...horses at work, horses at rest, saddled, hobbled and everything in-between.  It was my honor to portray this fine animal.  

     On Monday, I'll tell you about one of my best friends.  Have a good weekend, and enjoy the Christmas season!