Photo Challenge: Surprise

Dawdling through chores, 
then rushing to a book event,
I checked the visor-mirror, 
and eek! -a long coarse hair
sprouting from my chin.

Aging requires a tolerance
for physical betrayal
but it helps to have 
friends who wear whiskers
like upside-down halos.

….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

Surprise

30 thoughts on “Photo Challenge: Surprise

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  2. Candace Shira

    How I have enjoyed your blog and now books! I am so grateful for your perspective and humor and how it crosses the lines between equestrian life and everyday life so effortlessly. More than once I have smiled…with this one I laughed out loud! Thank you.

    1. Thank you for reading along, thanks for giving the books a chance, and the thing that might matter the most, thanks for having a sense of humor about aging!!! Welcome, Candace.

  3. Sharon Amestoy

    So beautiful….we could knit all of those hairs together and have a lovely breeze worthy hammock!
    Will you ever come to Oregon? We would welcome you with open arms!

    1. Sharon, I would love to come to Oregon. It just takes a village willing to come up with air fare… and I keep a list of barns interested. I’ve had a nibble from Oregon already! Thank you for being taken with Edgar’s whiskers!

      1. Nuala Galbari

        Anna,

        The problem is that some of them are blonde and some are dark — that makes it even more challenging. Huzzah for Edgar and his whiskers.

        Nuala

  4. Susie

    I love this one. I don’t remove my horses’ whiskers, but try to catch my own. They just aren’t as high on the list of priorities any more. Apparently. And I can live with that.

  5. Maggie Frazier

    Since I invested in a wonderful magnifying mirror for my bathroom – dont miss as many of those sneaky little devils as I used to! Why is it that as you get older these whiskers crop up at too many places where they never were before? AND magnifying mirror or not – I still get surprised by one or two. (never realized THAT was a part of growing older).

  6. Nuala Galbari

    Yes, one of the great challenges of aging — and the need to check that horrid magnifying mirror. I never touch a whisker on my horses — they are helpful for sensing and I feel they should be left alone.

    That does not include the ‘EEEEKs’ — those loud refrains when we meet mirrors at this age.
    And then there’s the area hiding under the chin and upper neck. Egad!

    Nuala

    1. Maggie Frazier

      Ah yes, the chin & upper neck! And they DO hide!
      I never touched my horses whiskers either – seemed to me they were there for a purpose – unlike OURS!

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  8. Judy Shaub

    Like wild horses, galloping free with manes flapping in the wind, tail flag up and in full whiskers. I always wanted to be the horse when playing as a child. Guess I was destined to have whiskers. Great post and comments. I love you all.

    1. Like you, I’d rather be turning into a horse (or donkey) at long last… than any of the alternatives. I think that’s what the whiskers are about. ( I surely do love us all, too.) Thanks, Judy.

  9. Eileen Hollembaek

    I love this thread!! Anna,,you make the aging plusses & minuses so much more fun!! Whiskers included!

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