Just Like a Man

24 X 30 on Gallery wrapped 3/4" canvas
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Here's my bison buddy again, with his tongue hanging out (he was chasing a cow - hence the title!). I believe the name of this painting is self-explanatory!
Warm umbers and browns with hints of ultramarine and violets make this painting a real popping eye catcher. Everyone who has seen it in the studio this week has loved it!
Exodus 4:10
Moses said to the LORD, "O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue."

I rarely comment on the Bible verses that come to me for my blog, but this one I have to. Those of you who know the story of Moses, know that Moses really didn't think he was worthy of the huge job the Lord had chosen him for. He was NOT a public speaker; neither glib or fast thinking at all (unlike so many of today's politicians.) But God knew what was in his heart and that he would rise to what was needed of him. The Bible is filled with less-than-perfect people that the Lord called upon to spread his word and do his work. Less than perfect people, just like you and me.

On a lighter note, I am delighted to announce that 12 year old PJ didn't forget all the training I put into her while she was gestating and raising Dandy. The weaning is going well without too much loud whinnying and frantic running, and today I saddled her up and worked a little bit in the round pen. I am pleased to report that she has remained supple and light, although she quickly worked up a sweat. But like most good trainers say, "The best training is a wet saddle pad," and I agree.
After our ride, I hosed her off, trimmed her face and bridle path so she'd be pretty again and I let her graze in the long grass in the front yard where she could really excel in what she does best: eating!
My Mom is probably having a fit finding out that I am riding again. I got hurt pretty bad 1 year and a half ago on PJ - but it wasn't her fault. We were having fun in the pasture chasing cows. I zigged when PJ zagged and flew out of the saddle, hit the ground and broke 2 ribs clean through. That took at least 6 months to heal and another 6 months to quit hurting. But I learned my lesson - I promise, Mom! No more wild stuff - just easy riding - and PJ will appreciate that, too...The main problem now is that riding will bite into my painting time. But my heart will be happier.