So I have a little bit of a thing for horses. I mean, I wouldn’t actually want to own one or anything. Hell, keeping up with the house-broken critters is difficult enough.
And we don’t have any sort of horsie/Western decor. I’ve never read a Louis L’Amour, and I’m not exactly fighting with Ani over her My Little Ponies.
Maybe it’s because they’re the only other creature described as “magnificent beasts” as often as I am. Who knows. I just think they’re purty.
So when I see the Portland Police trotting along downtown on horseback, I can’t help but take a picture or two. Like when I saw these two last month:
The veterans on the squad get unicorns.
See? Good looking animal. Same with its partner in the back, though the officers were a little busy and couldn’t stick around posing for me long enough to get a good shot of him.
So when I was walking around downtown this afternoon and heard the distinctive clickety-clop of horsey feet on bricks, I reached for my camera. Unfortunately, they were kitty-corner from the food carts and I didn’t want to miss out on the yummy pastor burrito goodnessI’d already ordered, so I had to settle for this shot from across the street:
Wonder if they write each other up for poop scoop violations?
Not the best shot, sure, but you can still tell they’re beautiful creatures. I figured I’d just crop that one when I got back into the office and call it good.
And I am going to crop and save it. Just not cropping around the horsies.
In case you missed him, there’s an, um, interesting looking gentleman in the lower-right corner. Dude who looks like the bastard child of Bruce Banner and Elphaba? Take a closer look:
It's not easy.
Go ahead. Insert your own “Portland is a green city” joke here.
