Friday, August 9, 2024

Two Saddles

 

When a person is busy selling saddles during BreyerFest, it is not easy to get out and go shopping for tack for herself.   That was particularly true this year:  Of two saddles recently purchased for myself, only one was gotten at BFest, and that on the last day, Sunday --- practically the last hour.  The second was purchased a week after I got home from BreyerFest.  Some things just take time.

For the record, my shopping list of 3 horses didn't get filled either;  I came home with only 1 of them (below).  But I got 8 other horses, so I'm not complaining!

This post will be a thorough look at those two Western saddles.  One is a Donna Hutchins (above) and the other is a Darleen Stoddard (top).  Neither artist has been represented in my collection before this, yet both are important saddlemakers I have long wanted -- Stoddard in particular.  My Western saddle collection is all about tackmakers I admire and wish I had pieces from: pieces I can afford and can acquire when circumstances allow (in other words, can find for sale at all!).  

The Hutchins was a surprise, an impulse purchase at the very tail end of BreyerFest and my last big plump for the event.  It was, in fact, the last thing I got, all the sweeter for being unexpected.

I had never seen anything like it.  Even knowing Donna's work, fanciful with curlicues and nail art, almost Art Nouveau in feel and execution, this seemed a one of a kind.  Those black lines are drawn on the leather. 

At a guess, Micron pens to the fore!!  There are exhaustively delicate strips of handcut, stamped silver tape around the borders, plus a wealth of roses, rose leaves and white dot rows:  nail art that gives this saddle a candy Rococo flavor.  It is a gem of near-elven elaboration.

The bridle cheeks have matching roses set in shaped cheekpieces.  The braided floss reins even have their own buckles.  This is amazing and delicate detail.

My collection of pictures of Donna's work starts in 2011 and tapers off after 2018, with one in 2019.  Most of her saddles are very pretty in design and amazingly detailed, full of restrained flourishes and elaborate, if fragile, decor.  They often have strong contrast.  Here's a shot of the breastcollar, showing the central rose, which is repeated on the saddle conchos and bridle rounds.

Here's a close-up I'm using to show the cinch:  It was drawn on too.  I don't know what to call this kind of tooling:  Not tattooing because it doesn't pierce, but dang, that sure is ink...


The saddle is signed "La Rosa Espinosa  ScS  2012" in the same ink under the fender.  This stands for "Shadow Cat Stables," Donna's stable name.

Fragile, yes.  The tape was lifting, and I glued it down in several places.  No doubt the blanket (dark grey felt, see 2nd, 3rd and 4th photos) was chosen not to detract from the saddle.  I found it invisible on a dark horse, and not at all up to the standard set by the saddle.  I think a one- or two-color simple cross stitch blanket would be a help here.

The Hutchins saddle is a work of art I would hesitate to use for anything but photos.  The Stoddard set is an equal work of art with very different bones.

This was the auction no. 21 saddle for C. Partee's Colette Robertson dispersal sale.  I think it was the original piece which got me thinking Darleen was really good and that I wanted one of hers!  Darleen's style was well set by the time this saddle was made, in 2003.  Imagine my delight when I found that, contrary to what the auction photos showed, the crosses in the plates were gold!!   Having recently failed to win a fabulous Stoddard Parade set in silver and gold during the July 11 Colette auction,


I was all the more desperate to obtain a Stoddard.  Even so it was a close thing.  I've learned so much about auctions this year, from both ends!, but they are no more perfect than they ever were in distributing goods to the deserving.  The hard part about holding auctions like these is seeing friends you wish could win a piece having to bow out.  If they (if I) must lose let it be with grace.

On this saddle there can be no criticism of the blanket!!  The whole style was strong, heavy and well made.  I am reminded of the Sergeant's catalog saddles:  angled skirts, large plates, plenty of silver, and elegantly simple complete tooling, in this case basketweave with a theme of crosses.

I did, however, have criticism of one part of the bridle.  Darleen had used a rare but effective way to make the cheekstrap adjustable, relying on friction through the buckle on an attached wire ring.  The friction was so tight it was nearly impossible to move the strap.   There were silver tape strap tips, and there was no earthly way those tips were ever going through the rings.  To adjust them was to destroy them, so, slowly, carefully, I wound up gently taking them off, to stow safely elsewhere until called for.  Strap tips are the very devil to execute in model tack, and silver tape -- however useful overall -- just isn't a good material for them. 

That said, there was something else about this saddle I loved.  It had a second unexpected beauty:  Jewel concho points!

So hard to photograph!  In desperation I shut off the lights and pulled out my pocket flashlight.  Shooting Mink pins has taught me this.  With the Stoddard saddle it resulted in the jewel looking very green,... you'll just have to take my word for it!

That's not corrosion, that's reflection and my camera's exaggerating the flash of aurora borealis bling on crystal.

I'd rather not PhotoShop it better.  I'm already struggling with the right color on these saddles.  Dang shop has got one incandescent and one LED and it results in some weird colors...  These dark background shots are actually the most realistic ones of the saddle's color.


I am so happy and relieved to finally acquire these two saddles.   My collection is richer for having these artists.   Thank you Christie and 'someone in the 300s.'








Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Tawas Point Bird Festival 2024

 

I wrote this up back in May but couldn't find the right pix for it.  Finally I've decided to use a combo of my own shots of birds, even though they were not present at the time, and pix taken from the web.  Above:  Baltimore Oriole in my back neighbor's apple tree, May 2015.  This diary entry was one of absolute joy, amazement and delight:  Not only was it the day of our first birding festival, and a major one at that, but it was a grand experience of emergence.

Below:  One of the few images I found of the trail itself, which runs along a narrow peninsula between Lake Huron and Tawas Bay, on the upper east side of Michigan.

image from Tawas Area Chamber of Commerce

2405.18  [May 18. 2024]

What a day!!!!  Err-er-R-R-R-!!! [rooster crow]  Golden Winged Warbler!  Too many Blackburnians!!! [warblers]  Nighthawk on a stick!  Parulas!! [warbler]  BAY BREASTED Warblers, male and female!!  Magnolias!! [warbler]  BTGs!!!  BTB, female!!!  [Black Throated Green and Blue warblers]  WAAAYY too many Redstarts, Blackbirds, and Grackles,...  BOBOLINK,...  Black Bellied Plovers, Dunlin, Nashville [warbler], Tennessee [warbler], HOUSE WREN and many more:  66 species today, 64 at Tawas.

Tawas Point State Park + Birdwatching Festival!!!

Perfect weather!!!!

Kirtland's Warbler    image from Tawas Area Chamber of Commerce

We got there 7:26 am and didn't stop til about 1:30, w/ about 1 potty-break for each of us, and no drinking.  That's how amazing and wonderful and overwhelming it all was:  Incredible, astonishing, record-breaking, beautiful, magical.

American Redstart       photo by Tom Warner/Audubon

 It was more:  For both of us this was a major emergence.  So much time mingling with so many people even if it was outdoors, was in scale quite different from the Party of 12 at Fox Hills [family gathering].  This was CROWDS.  Of perfect strangers, of all ages.  I didn't seek out packed areas, I avoided people, I rarely spoke face-to-face; but even here, masks were almost non-existent;  & what few I saw were for insects.

Tawas Point Lighthouse    image from Tawas Area Chamber of Commerce

I discovered I still had an inner reserve, reluctance, resistance, (refusal!) to breathe completely carelessly.  I could not throw off entirely my hard-won awareness.  The air was still during the morning, w/ all that fog.  But I was no longer avoiding scent-trails, no longer keeping a distance, no longer hesitating to pass, or walk alongside.  Both of us mingled freely and yes spoke with a handful at length.  We were exposed to something like 300 people today -- approaching BreyerFest!!! -- so if we get sick we'll know why and how.  But surely, surely,... (I can say no more, for fear of jinxing!)...  This day marks as far + farther than I've been in 4 years 3 months.  Indeed & truly, 2024 is a year of emergence for us,.... giving our first major birdwatching festival about 4 years' worth of deeper, near spiritual importance and meaning on a personal level.

Everything had a double glow.

Blackburnian Warbler       image from Cornell Lab

 Oh, to finally come home--!!!  --That's what it felt like.  To a home you didn't know you had;  but every part of it was familiar.  I am ONE OF THESE PEOPLE despite my leather binocular strap, & rawhide-&-silver hat, nothing else of which matched or even approached.  Despite my buck's-head shirt, which makes me look like a deer hunter.  {{After killing a deer yesterday, I can no longer claim not to have ever done this!!!  It was by car & totally accidental; an entirely separate story.}}  Oh to find your own tribe,.... AFTER a lifetime of knowing my tribe is Equus Plasticus!!!!  It was a doubling, an enlargement;  As a third language would be for a bilingual person,....  36 years of birdwatching w/ Geo has taught me.  The law of averages, that's all,...

image from Tawas Pt State Park Facebook page

 ....we have always avoided these festivals before, that's all....

Bay Breasted Warbler    photo by Bill Magoros

To say I'm happy is an understatement.  I am still amazed.

Golden Winged Warbler    image from Wildlife Management Institute

2408.06 (present, August 6)  My beloved trip planner and birdwatcher extraordinaire had used every tool at his disposal to find out when the right weekend in May would be for maximum spring migration at a natural warbler trap.  The skill is a combination of analyzing years of bird data and meteorological know-how.  In the way of these things, we landed right on top of a birding festival which had done the same thing.  In hindsight it was almost funny.

Bobolink     image from Cornell Lab

And you will be glad to hear that we didn't get sick.  

Not even at BreyerFest.  

Can't wait 'til next year!!