As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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- MtDNA Origins of the Icelandic Horse
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Monday, September 30, 2019
Úlfar Örn, Painter of Icelandic Horses
Úlfar Örn, Icelandic artist, explains why he chooses to paint Icelandic horses and what he sees in the souls of horses conveyed through their eyes.
Labels:
art and poetry
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