Sunday Stills Challenge POTLUCK

This week was one of those weeks where there was just nothing that struck my eye!

I wasnt happy with what I did take for this challenge, so I just posted some pictures I took around the farm, and played with them a little.

~*~Rachel~*~

God's Kentucky Canvas

Thursday Evening Night View from our Kentucky farm.

The beauty that lies around us, is the one thing that I think most people take for granted. God has given us so many gifts each day that in this busy world, most dont take the time to stop...look...and listen to. I know for many years, I never paid much attention to the beauty of the light and colors of the morning and evening as the sun rises and sets.

But as I've gotten older, and have taken the time to slow down. Its one of the joys that I find each day, I eagerly await to see what God has in store for us that day. I hope that you take the time to watch the sky.

Kentucky Harvest Gold

Soy Beans - A major Kentucky Crop

Taken at 12:15 pm Wed Nov 5th 2008

There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse. ~Robert Smith

I'm always in awe of the beauty, majestic force, and poetry of the horse. The smell of feed, sweat, and leather always moves me. The sound of my horses hooves running to greet me, always makes my heart skip a beat. The gentle nuzzle from my friend, always soothes me, and no matter what I'm faced with in my life, I know my gentle giants will always listen and always, side with me!

No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle. ~Winston Churchill

The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears. ~Arabian Proverb

The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire. ~Sharon Ralls Lemon

To ride a horse is to ride the sky. ~Author Unknown

All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay, and he'll listen to me any day. ~Author Unknown

There is just as much horse sense as ever, but the horses have most of it. ~Author Unknown

Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me - the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs - little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory. ~Wynford Vaughan-Thomas

My Sweet Molly - Percheron Mare 12 years old, 3rd generation.