Last Friday (actually Saturday) night when I came home after a wonderful evening seeing/singing with one of my favourite music artists, it was foggy and near the road everything was white.
As I was too tired the next morning, I missed the sunrise and vistited some later Mrs Van de Breemortel (I call her Eef). She was very happy to see me but also very disappointed that had a non-eatable camea in my hand instead of an apple. She walked away and showed me her back as usual. After 10 minutes of calling her name and making other sounds, Mrs Van de Breemotel turned around and her body posture was obvious......
During my visit to Mrs Van de Breemortel I heard constantly other sounds....due to the frost big leaves were coming down.....autumn is moving into winter.
This morning started with a white shade and a beautiful red sunrise!
I visited Mrs Van de Breemortel but unfortunately I forgot her apple and she was in a grumbling mood.
For minutes she was waiting in front me (too close to take pictures) and guessing from which pocket the apple will come.
Although Mrs Van de Breemortel has a stable, she prefers to sleep/rest at night in her pasture which transforms her sometimes, like this morning, into a white pony.
I tried to catch some white details of her body, like her frozen funny looking ears but again I found out that it is impossible to photograph a pony like Mrs Van de Breemortel. She is 18 years old and I do not know what she has been through in her life. Obviously she was disappointed and showed me her back for minutes!
Today it is the second anniversary of this website. Two years ago I decided to return on the internet with an website written in one language. Two years ago I made some choices without knowing the direction.....
The past two years brought me a lot. First, very important life lessons, second I met some special people and third.....it brought me Mrs Van de Breemortel.
Here she is, the very funny Mrs Van de Breemortel:
Photographing her on my own was almost impossible as she followed me constantly, licked off my lens and used my tripod for scratching her body.
Now I know why they called ‘having’ horses a sport.....I led Mrs Van de Breemortel to the place where I wanted to have her for the best photo and ran quickly to my camera; I repeated that procedure a few time before I capitulated with a ‘laughing’ and pursuing pony behind me.
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.