Earlier this month I attended the Oregon Draft Horse Breeders Association plow competition in McMinnville. You might recall I attended last year and you can find those photos here. The day was a little wet. As in, I was continuously wiping the lens free of rain drops and turning my back to sideways rain. I had been hoping for sun, but I think I got some good photos anyway. Always an adventure shooting in the elements. If you live in the area and have the chance to go, you should. Everyone is very friendly and the horses are awesome.
But what does this all have to do with that mysterious title The Secrets Behind The Eyes of Horses? In photographing these horses, a few of them really spoke to me, the emotion in their faces, the hint at something beyond the pigment of their eyes. It inspired the poem The Eye of the Horse which I embedded further down. We shall never know all that goes on behind those eyes, but certainly they stir something in all of us.
I hope you enjoy the below photos and the poem.
The Eye of the Horse
Oh, how that eye will get you every time.
No matter how much the fall hurts,
How much the fear holds you back,
Or the coldness of the damp night.
One look from those deep feeling eyes
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Will be enough to carry you on for another day
Your soul spoken to
A prayer in the air between you
A gift from god
Fit for kings
But treasured by all.
4 responses to “The Secrets Behind The Eyes of Horses”
My dad grew up on a farm in Michigan with a pair of Percheron brothers for plowing the fields. His dad would let him ride the horses on the way back to the barn. He said that was his favorite part of the day.
What a sweet memory! That’s really neat.
That’s my gelding, Johnny, in the headshot just after your poem. He is the embodiment of your prose and I am blessed to be owned by him. Thank you fo your beautiful work and for braving the weather. Hope to see you again 4/6/19.
Oh that is so cool and I’m so happy you found this photo of him! I’m not sure yet if I can make it up again or not. But I do love watching these big beautiful horses!