Horse Stories

He posed for me when I took his picture!

I wanted to ride horses so much when I was a youngster that I would climb the fence in the neighbors corral up the street and get on one of their small ponies and ride it in the corral.  

One time, however, I was over at Cahoon's place and I got on one of their horses and did he ever took off.  I was hanging on for dear life and he was heading for a telephone pole. As I looked up, I fell off and he stopped, of course.

I ended up with a large bump on the back of my head about the size of a baseball and was so dizzy I could not stand up.  My grandparents called the Elders in our church to come over and give me a Priesthood blessing. The next day I was fine and I never did see a doctor.

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Upside Down Sign

While driving to Pleasant Grove, the town closest to the mountains, I came across an duded up Walmart for all those wealthy people who live in that area.

Connecting to Monday Mellow Yellows

Each time I drive by this old Sinclair station, a new collection of cars and trucks have been added to the property. I wonder if this person's goal in life is to collect as many as they can.

Weathered Wagon

Linking to Shadow Shot Sunday 2

I am not sure why this wagon is hiding under a tree but I saw it and turned my car around to get a snapshot of it.

One summer day, I drove to Goblin Valley. It was just the four of us: my mom, my daughter was 8 and my son was 6. The drive is about 4 hours south of Salt Lake City. I had a red jeep cherokee with 4 wheel drive and wanted to try it out on a cow trail.  The trail through Goblin Valley was a dirt trail with boulders in the road. 

We were doing fine until we came across a creek that we had to ford.  I sat there, got out and looked to see how deep the creek was. It was close to 4 feet deep. I kept wondering if we could do it. As we sat there, a car came up on the other side and drove right through the creek.  Well, if a car can do it, I certainly could because my jeep was a lot higher off the ground.  So off we went and I forded my first creek. 

Salt Lake's Living Tradition Festival

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and Weekend Reflections

The Living Traditions Fest has been running now for 29 years. Craig, one of my folk dance friends, was instrumental in starting. It is always held at "City and County Building" block in downtown Salt Lake and is free.

This is the north side of the City and County Building, built in 1894 by the free masons. It was also the original camp site of the Mormon pioneers in 1847. They named it Washington Square after George Washington.

This is a view of the west side of the building which has an identical openings on each side of the building.

A Chinese dance troupe waiting on the side for their turn to perform.

 These ladies are also from the Chinese dance troupe and were sitting in the audience. They gracious smiled as I asked them if I could take a picture. I had missed their performance.

So graceful with ornate hair dressing,  I loved this Chinese dance.

I tried to get a close up of the hair design but got a little too much light in my shot.

Every hour there were at least four different performing groups, one on each side of the enormous City and County Building.

I was not able to be there for all the performances but some of them were Native American Music and Dance, Chili, Burmese, Bosnian, Lebanese, Basque, Turkish, Hopi, Mexican, Thia, Irish, Scandinavian, and the list goes on and on. It is a three day event.

One of the many art booths that interested me this year was Japanese origami of which the artist had made some tiny birds into earrings.  I am the earring queen - it is always the item that draws me in.

There must have been 30 different food booths from every country you can name.

I danced with a group of folk dancers for 30 years - we met once a week at the Student Union Building at the University of Utah. We danced a lot of balkan line dances, Turkish, Romanian, Bulgarian but also Polish, Russian, and French Canadian. 

Picket Fences

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The gate was closed to this little park in Sedona.

I thought this was an interesting house in Oracle, Arizona.

That picket fence reminds me of my grandmother's home in Idaho. One summer while staying with our grandparents, my cousin Julia and I were asked to paint the picket fence white. The problem was that we began to argue about how it should be painted and so grandpa separated us making us start at the two farthest ends of the fence. 

To this day, Julia and I laugh about that day when we were young teens.

Chilean Dancer's Boots

A dance troupe from Chili performed at the Living Traditions Fest in Salt Lake City last weekend.  You are probably wondering why I did not take a photo of the dancers and not just their boots.  I was fascinated by the boots that cover the knees. This fest just past 29 years. 

Craft booths and food vendors and performing groups from all over the world have improved but I was taken aback this year when the whole city block was fenced and there was only one entrance where bags and purses were searched for contraband.  How sad because years ago, none of this happened. But on the other hand our world seems to grow more dangerous.

Connecting to Ruby Tuesday Too.

Only One

One afghan - Because this one was knit, I made it. I never enjoyed crocheting but loved to knit. Most afghans are crocheted. I have several projects that ended up being only one. One ski dress and one quilt. I learned enough about quilting to admire those who quilt but it is not my thing.

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Ponds

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Good Fences
Shadow Shot Sunday 2

In taking a photo of that soft yellow flower in this quaint lily pond, I caught a glimpse of my daughter as well.

 This is me taking a photo of ducks in a pond and my selfie shadow.

Reflections of the fence among the ducks with water waves from the ducks swimming.

Fences, Southwestern Style

Taken in Yuma, Arizona.

Looking out at Lake Mead in Nevada.

I cannot sit for long periods for two weeks because of my heart ablation which makes it hard to blog.  What I miss the most is swimming but after the 17th, I can go back to my normal schedule.

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