Victoria Berglin's photostream

been quite inactive on flickr for a while now, but I think I'm on my way back, hopefully my camera will follow me around more this summer, more than it have done for the last months. the picture above is an old one from the last summer. (:

What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?

I watch you when you are alone,
When you ride into the field behind the dairy,
Your hands buried in the mare's
Dark mane.

Then I know what lies behind your silence:
Scorn, hatred of me, of marriage. Still,
You want me to touch you; you cry out
As brides cry, but when I look at you I see
There are no children in your body.
Then what is there?

Nothing, I think. Only haste
To die before I die.

In a dream, I watched you ride the horse
Over the dry fields and then
Dismount: you two walked together;
In the dark, you had no shadows.
But I felt them coming toward me
Since at night they go anywhere,
They are their own masters.

Look at me. You think I don't understand?
What is the animal
If not passage out of this life?

Horse by Louise Gluck

Think I like this poem in some kind of way (:

One of the stallions that was released in Böle, Sweden (summer of 2010), at the yearly "stallion release". I've been there a couple of times, it's always interesting and fun to watch and photograph these stallion when they making their order of precedence and interacts with each other.