Last weekend, a friend invited us up to a horse farm in Wisconsin to see a dressage competition. It was quite a drive–Chicago weekend traffic can be murder–but the weather was gorgeous (though still cold). The landscape, decked out in the delicate finery of spring, was lovely to behold.
I had never attended such an event. I was surprised at the tranquility of the scene. Seeing the horses and their riders, and walking the quiet paths whose fences bounded the long allées, made me wistful for the days before the automobile. My thoughts traveled back in time to the Impressionists Degas and Manet, who were fond of painting horses and racing scenes. It was great fun to be transported back imaginatively into that vanished world.