Dick went horseback riding while we were in Iceland. I would have loved to do it, in theory, but in reality I wasn't capable of it. Too bad, because I've met plenty of horses in my life, but the gentle, sweet, huggable Icelandics were the first horses I ever loved.
However, Dick recently received a Dropbox of photos from one of the tour guides. This reflection of a snow patch in water is one of my favourites.
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4 comments:
In France we call those "eternal snow" > névé...
I like the reflection you caught here ; it reminds me montain life.
I've been enjoying the landscape of your Iceland photos.
I've ridden a mule down Kalaupapa and I really don't need to ride another animal. My bottom couldn't handle it. I'm glad Dick enjoyed it.
Hubby too riding lessons in his 40s. I'd love to. I don't think my back would take it now, though...
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