Remember I talked about my friend’s coffee shop? Always interesting folks would show up there, anyone from travelers from foreign lands to Border Patrol Agents to cowboys, farmers and businessmen, and a farrier.
The farrier’s wife worked at a national park, and one of his jobs was shoeing horses.
(I wondered where the word “farrier” came from. According to The New Oxford American Dictionary, it is from a mid-16th century, Old French word “ferrier”, which, from the Latin ferrarius, from ferrum ‘iron, horseshoe’.”) It interested me to know that.
This farrier was gracious enough to let me photograph him shoeing his horse, “Finn.” Finn is a beauty, quite patient. So is the farrier with his craft.
After driving out to their place, I was able to get an entire memory card full of the photos of them working. I was happy to see the healthy feet of the horse and the wonderful work of the craftsman. The shoes fit well. (I thought it would hurt my back dreadfully to bend over like that for very long.)
I love painting horses, their textures, their well defined personalities and forms. I also have loved painting skilled workmen, their tools and clothing.
Mr. Farrier has this painting, wherever they are now. I am happy it is theirs.