All the horses are white, all the riders wear white cloaks over their black armor. They just look like a cloud moving over the snow plains, until they're close enough for you to hear the thunderous hoofbeats, but then it's too late
This unusual bronze equestrian sculpture is inspired by the epic poem The Man from Snowy River, by Banjo Patterson, the Australian poet. The sculpture depicts the intrepid determination of horse and rider to round up the herd of brumbies kidnapped by the wild stallion. A romantic subject, the treatment of which, I am happy to confess, shows the influence of Remington. An edition of nine.
We had sold our horses in our fathers’ time to buy new tractors. Now they were strange to us as fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield or illustrations in a book of knights. We did not dare go near them. Yet they waited stubborn and shy as if they had been sent by an old command to find our whereabouts and that long lost archaic companionship. The Horses, by Edwin Muir, a Scottish poet who came to see his family's move from the wilderness to Glasgow as a descent from Eden into Hell.
Khampa Ladies | Tibet. Ornaments make up most of the life savings of many Khampa families. They are saved up for over many years and handed down for centuries from generation to generation within families. Until very recently, these families were nomadic ~ moving every few months because of the snowy seasons in the Himalayas ~ thus storing their wealth in portable form, such as art, precious fabrics and particularly jewellery and ornaments.