Pale Rider

I like horses. We have things in common. We both like raw carrots and lumps of sugar. I also respect them. I have great respect for anything that weighs way more than I do and wears big, metal shoes. When a horse steps on your foot it makes an impression, literally.

Fortunately for humans, horses do not have a written or oral history tradition. If they could somehow communicate the past to one another we would see a lot more head-smacking-into-overhanging-limb injuries. There are large mammals that never forget, and I am just not sure if this might include racial memories. I have never been on a whale watch for this reason, and I haven’t turned my back on an elephant since I was sprayed at the age of 5 at the Bronx Zoo.

    u    u    u

We often overwork these poor creatures.

From a cowboy movie:

John Wayne to his posse, “We’ll rest here.�

First posse guy, “Whut fer? I ain’t tired.�

John Wayne, “Ask your horse. You been settin’ on ‘im all day.�

    u    u    u

The first time I rode a real horse (as opposed to the ones you put a dime into), my companions told me to tell the stable guy that I was experienced. If you are not experienced you have to walk around in a circle with the guy leading the horse. In retrospect, well, you’ll see.

I mounted up, almost dismounting on the other side in the same motion. Those leather saddles are slippery. It’s almost like they put oil or soap on them. So are the stirrups and the horse, for that matter. My saddle was missing the horn that I was kind of counting on as an emergency handle.

Once out of sight of the stable, the other members of my party, seasoned commercial riders, cut switches from the overhanging branches and began encouraging their tired mounts.

My horse, not interested in racing, demonstrated an amazing ability to reach all the way back with his head to bite my leg. I have seen the cowboys in the movies control their horses by pulling back on the reins, so I did that. He took exception to this. Now I know what they mean by the expression “took the bit in his teeth.� My horse knew a spine-jarring shortcut back to the stable.

Ever since then, horses and I have had an understanding. We stay off of each other, and I bring the snacks.

Bill Abrams resides in Pine Plains.

Latest News

‘Elie Wiesel: Soul on Fire’ at The Moviehouse
Filmmaker Oren Rudavsky
Provided

“I’m not a great activist,” said filmmaker Oren Rudavsky, humbly. “I do my work in my own quiet way, and I hope that it speaks to people.”

Rudavsky’s film “Elie Wiesel: Soul on Fire,” screens at The Moviehouse in Millerton on Saturday, Jan. 18, followed by a post-film conversation with Rudavsky and moderator Ileene Smith.

Keep ReadingShow less
Marietta Whittlesey on writing, psychology and reinvention

Marietta Whittlesey

Elena Spellman

When writer and therapist Marietta Whittlesey moved to Salisbury in 1979, she had already published two nonfiction books and assumed she would eventually become a fiction writer like her mother, whose screenplays and short stories were widely published in the 1940s.

“But one day, after struggling to freelance magazine articles and propose new books, it occurred to me that I might not be the next Edith Wharton who could support myself as a fiction writer, and there were a lot of things I wanted to do in life, all of which cost money.” Those things included resuming competitive horseback riding.

Keep ReadingShow less
From the tide pool to the stars:  Peter Gerakaris’ ‘Oculus Serenade’

Artist Peter Gerakaris in his studio in Cornwall.

Provided

Opening Jan. 17 at the Cornwall Library, Peter Gerakaris’ show “Oculus Serenade” takes its cue from a favorite John Steinbeck line of the artist’s: “It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the tide pool again.” That oscillation between the intimate and the infinite animates Gerakaris’ vivid tondo (round) paintings, works on paper and mosaic forms, each a kind of luminous portal into the interconnectedness of life.

Gerakaris describes his compositions as “merging microscopic and macroscopic perspectives” by layering endangered botanicals, exotic birds, aquatic life and topographical forms into kaleidoscopic, reverberating worlds. Drawing on his firsthand experiences trekking through semitropical jungles, diving coral reefs and hiking along the Housatonic, Gerakaris composes images that feel both transportive and deeply rooted in observation. A musician as well as a visual artist, he describes his use of color as vibrational — each work humming with what curator Simon Watson has likened to “visual jazz.”

Keep ReadingShow less