#bridle path

[kvetch19]

[innocentlymacabre]

unfinished narratives in paintings yum yum gimme

[dvdnvk]

are we rolling

[mandsleanan]

....I think I missed a spot.

[keyyrussell]

[labellerose-acheron]

Bridle Path *** [Saddle Club]

@heart-of-dunbroch

Right, so--Belle and Merida were off in search of their horses. 

This was a rather desperate search, one might understand, seeing as the trail was probably stone cold. Belle didn’t care, as she often didn’t when things seemed at their most dire. She held hope inside of her heart--it was not a fragile thing, there. It had been gilded and was strong and ringing, like the fiercest iron. 

Belle refused to think that she would never see her beloved horse again. 

So, here they were--Belle in her boots and chaps over her jeans, hair tied back in a tight ponytail, long-sleeved shirt. Her hands were on her hips, a determined, pinched expression on her face.

She had promised herself that she would not cry. Which seemed silly, considering, but Belle was absolutely sick of her overactive leaky eyes. She had blubbered awfully after waking up from that dream, concerned and anxious and practically in hysterics. She had cried, again, when they’d swung by their cottage and realized the whole thing was still unlivable. She hadn’t wanted to go back to the Bonfamilles. She cried at her poor, poor bookshop--more than half the inventory water damaged or in shreds from the termites. 

And she had cried hardest of all, the evening of the first night, when Adam had told her that Philippe was missing. She had been inconsolable. Philippe was, after all, her oldest and truest friend. Her baby, before she’d ever even gotten close to conceiving a real baby. He had been her constant companion for almost ten years. And he was getting up there in age--almost seventeen. The worry had broken her heart and she had barely been able to sleep, even though her and Merida had agreed to go out at first light.

Here they were now, Merida appearing in the distance. They had decided to meet near the stables, since Adam’s castle was in the general direction of a trek through the woods in that direction and Angus had been last seen at the stables. It had seemed a good meeting place as any.

When Belle saw the redhead, she let out a little breath and her lip trembled and she was glad Merida was far enough away that she did not see the tears coat Belle’s eyes. She sucked in a breath and jutted out her chin and managed to banish them by the time that Merida got close enough. 

Belle had the odd urge to hug her. An odd urge, because Belle rarely hugged near-strangers, which despite what Belle and Merida had experienced together so far, they were.

Instead, she just smiled. “Merida! There you are! I thought you said first light?” she teased breathlessly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She took a few steps towards the treeline. “I think heading northwest will be our best bet to start, don’t you? Hopefully the horses are trying to get home themselves, poor things. Maybe that--” she turned a little and looked down towards where her house was tucked away within the farmland, “--that means we should look southwest too...”

[charleylhasa]

PATH

Charley investigates the plants growing through the fencing alongside the bridle path. Central Park, Manhattan, NYC

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[ohmjam]

Hashtag #LovemyLife by OHMJAM.com

Hashtag #LovemyLife by OHMJAM.com

Yonge Street in the 50’s One of my most used Hashtags is #lovemylife so I thought I’d share a little about just why I love my life. This is my beloved Toronto, circa 1950 I’m guessing. Growing up in downtown Toronto, Yonge Street was pretty much my backyard and over the years I saw changes but for the most part it remained the same.  I assure you it doesn’t look like this any longer although most…

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