Posts Tagged ‘long shadows’
Supernatural Support
Cyndie and I have been watching the 4th season of “The Lincoln Lawyer” on Netflix, and the back-and-forth courtroom scenes influenced my dreams last night. The current level of lawlessness, in terms of the lack of consequences for millions of documents of evidence in the Epstein/Trump sex trafficking, or the crazy behavior by the U.S. Attorney General in the hearing before the House Judiciary Committee, impacts my perspective of the scenes in the fictional court case.
The show depicts the Prosecution as trying to pin a murder on the main character, himself a well-known defense lawyer. The drama of the show involves him trying to figure out who committed the murder while simultaneously defending himself in court against the evidence framing him.
It’s like a game, but the Lincoln Lawyer tersely points out that it’s no game, it’s his life. Meanwhile, he works it like a game, setting traps to reveal misconduct on the part of the Sheriff’s department, police, and detectives.
In my dream, I was moved to recognize that all the outrage being fomented by the current Administration serves as a ruse to avert our attention from the rest of their global crimes underway. That insight doesn’t solve anything except to alter the level of emotion I want to give to the tidal wave of horrific evidence being painfully trickled out.
It’s already so horrendously offensive that I don’t need to hear any more. My attention is better spent on helping and healing wherever I can contribute. I can only hope that someone with the power to enforce the law is upholding their oath and working behind the scenes to eventually turn the tide toward making things right.
The light of day is really obvious this morning on the ranch. I wish blatant malfeasance were as equally recognizable to the general public.
That seems like a dream, imagining a time when wrongdoing is punished and virtue rewarded. A world where the Olympic Games are held without concern that rules are being violated.
Nobody said life was going to be easy. I am going to go out and hug the horses. It’s another sunny, melty day in February. Valentine’s Day, in fact.
Send out some extra love to all who are striving to do the right thing to uphold rules and enforce our Constitution in 2026. Supernatural support is desperately needed.
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Horse Happenings
For the record, my legs are feeling stiff from Wednesday’s up and down, crouching, kneeling, walking, and bending effort to clear the weeds. Just in time for a planned bicycling outing this Sunday. How soon do I get to say I’m too old for this?
I took a picture of Mix receiving a syringe of medicine in the side of her mouth from Cyndie. Mix makes ridiculous faces after Cyndie squirts the dose into her mouth, vividly demonstrating her disgust at the insult. Cyndie has taken to adding an equal amount of applesauce in hopes of masking the flavor that bothers Mix.
The reaction was less extreme with the flavor enhancer.
Maddy, from This Old Horse, was over yesterday, and she thought Mix looked like she was moving with less pain, so the icky medicine is probably helping to some degree.
The reason Maddy was here was for an appointment with a new (to us) farrier. He seemed like a young guy to me, especially considering his name was Ralph, which aligns more with my dad’s generation. Ralph came across as a man of few words, but he let his work do most of the talking. He was efficient and handled the horses’ occasional resistance with gentle patience. That is a welcome change from the previous person who was doing the job.
We were graced with a day of much-improved weather yesterday. All it takes is a clear blue sky and wind speeds of zero for the sunshine to soften the blow after a night cold enough to produce a block of ice in our rain gauge.
The low sun brought a golden glow to the dry corn stalks in the fields and cast a long shadow in the late afternoon hour.
We removed the rain sheets from the horses for a few days because of the nicer weather. As much as possible, we want to encourage the growth of the horses’ natural winter coats, and providing the artificial warmth of blankets can send their bodies the wrong signal, reducing the need for more insulation.
I don’t know if science supports that idea, but it satisfies our intuitive perceptions, so we go with it. If the horses shiver, they get blankets. In the meantime, they gotta grow more hair.
That’s some horse happenings as we reach the last week of October, 2025.
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Low Sun
These days the stroll up to the house after feeding the horses is happening when the low angle of the sun is casting long shadows. The leaf shadows look like outlines of science-fiction creatures.
So, I shot ‘em.
With my phone camera.
Then I noticed an even longer shadow creature:
For a second, I imagined I was that tall. It was dizzying.
No skiing, snowshoeing, plowing, shoveling, or igloo building happening around here this winter. Pictures of shadows in low sunlight were my winter entertainment yesterday afternoon.
Weird.
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