We were doing our morning rounds, riding up through the sagebrush hills, when we saw three horsemen coming our way. I made sure my dog was on the leash. I pulled off the dirt road just so I could relax and admire the horses.
A man, a horse, and a dog. It just doesn't get any better than that, and I told them so.
The music of Victor Young came to mind, and the images of the opening of the classic 1953 movie, Shane. Nostalgia might seem like a result of old age; but strictly speaking, nostalgia results from a consciousness of loss. Of course the more years you have lived, the more you come to appreciate what has been lost.
This is especially poignant in a state like Colorado. No longer a western state in any sense of the word, other than scenery, the state has become unbelievably expensive and crowded.
But let's not think about any of that. Let's just look at the pretty horses and remember:
A man, a horse, and a dog. It just doesn't get any better than that, and I told them so.
The music of Victor Young came to mind, and the images of the opening of the classic 1953 movie, Shane. Nostalgia might seem like a result of old age; but strictly speaking, nostalgia results from a consciousness of loss. Of course the more years you have lived, the more you come to appreciate what has been lost.
This is especially poignant in a state like Colorado. No longer a western state in any sense of the word, other than scenery, the state has become unbelievably expensive and crowded.
But let's not think about any of that. Let's just look at the pretty horses and remember:
...the man who rode into our little valley out of the heart of the great glowing West and when his work was done rode back whence he had come and he was Shane.
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Although that cowboy image never had that mystique for me, I must admit that there was a certain magic to riding double with pretty girls.