Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Aug 27, 2005 0:15:14 GMT -5
OK, not fringe at all. Fringe is the stringy stuff on the bridle browband of the "smiling" horse. I think Jo is right. The black strip could be a guard sewn to the bottoms of the hakama. Another possibility is that it's an underlying layer. I seem to remember some of the men's Heian court clothing involved layered hakama. Jo, these pictures are amazing. You've got me thinking about getting my slack behind back on a horse again. Me, when my behind was considerably smaller and younger.
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Post by jo on Aug 27, 2005 1:51:36 GMT -5
Thanks, And thanks for sharing your picture. Never give up old dreams and passions.
to be honest: I think it must be an amzing experience to ride in armour together with all those guys. It's one of those things I still want to do while I'm in Japan. The racing ... well... I will chicken out on that one
Jo
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Post by Otagiri Tatsuzou on Aug 27, 2005 7:08:43 GMT -5
I think it must be an amzing experience to ride in armour together with all those guys. While I am far from that point, I do plan on a trail ride this year ... something to get myself into the saddle. 刀 槍 弓 馬 Saionji-hime ... you look cute on a horse!
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Aug 27, 2005 9:11:32 GMT -5
It was a combination of burn-out, a knee injury, lack of funds and some other factors that got me out of the barn after more than 20 years of riding, stall mucking, etc.
I've been thundering up and down stairs with boxes for the past two afternoons and the good news is that I'm NOT feeling it in my knee.
I live in a kingdom where they're actually DOING equestrian. In an unprecedented attack of common sense, however, I will not authorize until I have health insurance. At fortymumble years old, I don't bounce the way I used to.
As the picture shows, I was a lightweight back in the day. The guy that owned the stable used to buy up horses who didn't make it at the track - not fast enough, minor injuries, whatever. He would throw me onto some young, green Thoroughbred who only knew how to stop and run like hell. Then there was Blue Sands, who knew stop, run like hell, hit the brakes at 30 mph, sunfish and buck like a demon.
MY four legged sensei outweighed me by several hundred pounds. Even the ponies. I learned patience, balance, how to have knees of steel and hands of silk, how to convince a very large animal with a highly honed flight response that a blowing paper bag was NOT going to eat him.
I constantly marvel at the concept of the war horse. Going into danger is contrary to a horse's natural instincts. And yet, they will do it to please a human. They will run themselves to death. To please a human.
I'm with you, Jo. There's something exhilarating about a full tilt gallop in a group of other horses going full tilt, but it's kinda scary and out of control too. You know they'll stop eventually, but a horse outweighs a rider by 4-1 or more. The horse will win a tug of war hands down, every time.
Yes. I miss it. One of these days.....
M.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Aug 27, 2005 9:26:52 GMT -5
Thank you. I didn't think so at the time: I was all of 14, having zoomed to my adult height of 5'6" and weighing in at 112 pounds. My collarbones had collarbones. Ford belonged to the stable where I mucked stalls in exchange for lessons, so the owner let me use him as my 4-H project assignment. That 70's Kid
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