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<channel><title><![CDATA[M KATHLEEN WARREN PHOTO-ENCAUSTIC ARTIST - October 28, 2021]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.mkwarren.com/october-28-2021]]></link><description><![CDATA[October 28, 2021]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 04:24:44 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Princess]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.mkwarren.com/october-28-2021/princess]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.mkwarren.com/october-28-2021/princess#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2021 17:45:24 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.mkwarren.com/october-28-2021/princess</guid><description><![CDATA[       Until their partnership developed, she and her horse practiced daily.&nbsp; Now, the day had come&mdash;her mare was groomed, the tack fitted, all leather polished.&nbsp; She put on her best gown and braided her hair. Swinging astride her mare, she rode out with anticipation.&nbsp; With joy and freedom and connection, the woman and the mare flowed as one through the movements of their dance.&nbsp; The mare galloped; the woman&rsquo;s gown billowed behind them; the crowd applauded. Yet whe [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.mkwarren.com/uploads/7/3/6/6/7366562/end-of-the-ride-raw-darkvg-web_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><font size="4">Until their partnership developed, she and her horse practiced daily.&nbsp; Now, the day had come&mdash;her mare was groomed, the tack fitted, all leather polished.&nbsp; She put on her best gown and braided her hair. Swinging astride her mare, she rode out with anticipation.&nbsp; With joy and freedom and connection, the woman and the mare flowed as one through the movements of their dance.&nbsp; The mare galloped; the woman&rsquo;s gown billowed behind them; the crowd applauded. Yet when the judges spoke, she walked away as princess rather than queen of the tournament that day.&nbsp; As she slowly walks away from the crowd, her face reveals a touch of sadness.&nbsp; In the next moment, she will realize that she still has her mare, her partner, and an unbreakable bond that cannot be judged.</font><br /><br /><em>Many thanks to Christopher Haire, fellow photographer, for an idea that led to this story about my image.</em><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>