Saturday, October 08, 2011

Never too late

They say an image is worth a thousand words ..

23 comments:

Davoh said...

and yes, this is a big horse, gelding, 15+ hands. My tutor is a rather nice feisty female.

Jayne said...

Woohoo!
Well done and good on ya, Dave!
Lovely looking horse, you look right at home :)

Davoh said...

mm, Jayne, the horse is a trained, noted, 'equestian' so doubt if me sitting on it is vaguely valuable. Am working on the concept, of rider-ship. Time will tell.

Davoh said...

.. and if ya really want to know - i got it 'wrong', in pic 3 was supposed to halt the horse with my feet directly above the orange cones.

Ah, equestrianism.

Davoh said...

. and yep, am posting this as a "photo op" someone else took the pics and am posting them.

Is this important?
DUNNO. Probably not, but 'tis a 'track back', hopefully; for those future participants in "ancient history".

John Myste said...

I would give maybe 350 words or so for the first image. The second two are probably only worth about 50 words each. So, maybe 450 words for the set. However, if I were short on words, I may offer you 300 words for the set, hoping you would settle on 400.

The Editor said...

In keeping with my anti-social tenedncies, I must say this:

[1] Nice power lines.

[2] What did that horse ever do to you?

Vest said...

Great stuff.
The next ride the 'Melbourne Cup'
Perhaps!!....About 200-1 with a following wind.

Vest said...

And a recent birthday. 67.
Three score and ten is official sen cit yardstick. Junior.

lemmiwinks said...

To quote Jerry Seinfeld, "...six feet in the air on a jittery, glassy-eyed dinosaur." :-) Nevertheless, I'm glad you enjoyed it (or at least gave the appearance of doing so) Davo.

Davoh said...

Mr Myste, am disappointed with you - surely a set of three pics could provoke an entire fictional novel.

Gerry came close by noticing the "power lines" in the background .. ?
(and, in the interests of facts, Gerry, if i need to get on a 'high horse', i know where to find one - 17 hands.

However, Gerry, this is a 'work in progress'. Have been given a 'smaller', but feistier horse to play with on the next lesson, and .. if my tutor trusts me, will be allowed to go on a "trail ride". Only time will prove ... something, dunno what, yet.

Vestie, doubt very much if that horse, nor me, will ride, walk, all the way to Caulfield (been done, long time ago ... heh).

Lemmi, beats pushing pedals .. heh.

Davoh said...

... and still can't figure out the logic of the stupid hat thingo. If i fall off, am more likely to break an arm or a leg, than get a bump on the head.

(ah, memories. i did, once upon a time 30 or so year ago - train as a 'stunt' rider where one pretends to be 'shot' and fall off a horse at the gallop).

The Editor said...

Davo, GO FOR IT !!! :-)

About the hat: I knew a young lad who died at the age of 20, came off a bicycle (not wearing a "hat"), head struck the road. Witnesses said he was only going about 20kph when it happened. He'd be about 50yo today. Not wearing a hat cost him plenty. Don't knock the hat, Davo.

Here endeth the sermon... Amen...

Davoh said...

Gerry, you and i know that life is a lottery. People get dead wearing seat belts, motorbike riders get dead whether wearing a helmet or not. Actually, people get get dead - or broken - for random reasons; whether i wear a 'helmet' or not makes no difference; it matters not. When my time comes, it comes.

The Editor said...

Davo, thanks for the fatalistic sophisty. You are a giant among logicians. I am truly in awe. ;-)

WV = outer

John Myste said...

Gerry,

I have met lots of men with Davoh's philosophy. Most of them were in traction or missing limbs.

All of them were in pain or were about to be.

Davoh said...

Mr Myste .. i have also met lots of males (probably, on statistics) suffocated in air conditioned, statistically proven comfortable 'offices' with fleuro lighting, and 'uncomfortable' superiors

So?

.

John Myste said...

You make a good point, Davoh. All things in life are equally dangerous.

Vest said...

STRESS,
My first job of 25 years with oblivion staring one in the face on many occasions ending at middle authority and with a pension.
Four months after starting again at forty, my semi Govt controlled job finished by me telling the boss of the department to stick his farting job. I had exersized my privilege being a civillian, and it felt good. I was employed at a more convenient job on the same day with better conditions and 25% more reward.

Davoh said...

um, Vestie, given your (hopefully truthful and factual) history - i do applaud, however am not in a position to throw money ...
as an increasingly elderly actor with no "plans" for the future .. just have to repeat the olde request -

don't clap -just throw money .... heh.

(mm. how can i communicate when the p key refuses to co-operate? - problem solved)

The Editor said...

All of the above notwithstanding, it's been ten days, and the struggling remnants of the alcohol-pickled wreckage of what was, no doubt, once your brilliantly functioning brain, has so far not managed to glean from your daily experience, even one sloppily mediocre excuse for a new blogpost.

GET WITH THE PROGRAM, DAVO !!!

Linda Jones Malonson said...

Davoh you look like a 'rich' man sitting astride that massive horse. No it is never to late ... if you can do it do it!

Anonymous said...

SNORING