Every Horse’s Friend: DebHarperHorses.com
Deb and I became friends through the circuitous means of the internet. I needed a picture of a Canadien stallion (go to Ground Manners. A Novel to see the stallion featured on the cover). I first found Deb’s picture of the magnificent stallion, Swallowfield Eno Kelbeck, owned by Roxanne and Marty (see previous blog on My Gentle Reader), now standing at stud for canadream in Quebec. Unfortunately, Kal was being featured on the cover of another book on the history of le Canadien. I must admit that the way Deb took Kal’s picture–mane blazing and full frontal–made me fall in love; and I have since met Kal in person and I can vouch for his beauty, his pure expressiveness, his perfect conformation. Roxanne described the wisdom in his eyes, and it is truly there, for all to see. Roxanne referred me to Deb (bless you, Rox!). Immediately, Deb sent me several others of her pix, and, among them, I came across Bromont Loupin Prince, owned by Betty and Judi of Five Winds Farm in BC. It wasn’t the quality of the picture in this case; it wasn’t the background…it was him, his intelligence, his maturity, his gorgeously indented (concave or is it convex?) cheeks and wisdom-filled eyes. I was floored. I had to have him; GM had to feature him on the book cover. Deb visited Prince recently, and told me that he is as active as ever. He’s 25 or 26 now…mature for a stallion, I guess. I met many of his “get”, his progeny, at the CHHAPS show in Maple Ridge, but I never did get to meet the man himself, Prince, who is well-named, I’ve no doubt. Here are some pictures Deb took on her recent visit; none are of Prince but they are stunning reminders of how nature and horses belong to each other. I’m sure Betty and Judi won’t mind. I will be in BC next year…and God willing, Prince and I will meet…and I will thank this glorious creature for sharing this great, good earth with me, and everyone around him, just as I whispered to Kelbeck when I met him earlier this year. The breathtaking intelligence and beauty of horses always makes me think of the line in “The Colour Purple”: when you just walk by one of God’s perfect creations and not take notice of it, God must be insulted. I’ll say this for myself: I have never been in the presence of any equine and not bowed my head in respect, and not looked on in awe.