He's actually not even pretending, he's just having a good little rest. When I took this picture, I loved the way the standing horse so sweetly turned his head to check out his friend lying so peacefully in the dirt.
I love horses, but they scare the shit out of me. This one so badly wanted me to pet him or give him a little wisp of hay, but I coudln't overcome my fear of his LARGE teeth. Sometimes I muster up the courage to touch them, sometimes not.
On this day I was just happy to watch them being horses.
For several years now it has been my dream to buy some land on the coast (either the US Pacific Northwest or British Columbia where I used to live) and build a cozy little cabin. Or, if the right house on the coast could be found, that would do, too. (Converted barn or church--oh!)
The other day we visited a friend's farm and we all fell IN LOVE with the baby goats. (As they did with us. Just look at them running toward baby J with such glee.)
On this magnificent piece of coastal land complete with converted barn AND church-turned-studio (dreaming bigger now) I would love to house a family of goats. Oh the love! (And goat cheese!)
And perhaps I'd love a little area for a vineyard. And an apple orchard. Beehives for making honey and a big treehouse.
But the baby goats must definitely come first.
...in the summertime in the South of France.
On the other hand, San Francisco has been a cloudy, drizzly, foggy place this past 10 days. It feels and looks like winter. It's August and I'm wearing a turtleneck.