Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts

Monday, July 1, 2013

Focus on Character Development: A View from Behind the Lens

This kitten would like
your attention.
Listen up! And help me welcome back Helen Peppe, author and animal photographer extraordinaire. Helen often relates elements of writing craft to her work behind the camera, and today she addresses the topic of character development, and shares more of her outstanding photos. (To see Helen's previous guest blogs for Write Here, Write Now, go to Eye of the Dog or Good Dogs Good Pictures: Photographing Dogs Solo. We met through the Stonecoast/University of Southern Maine MFA program, and Helen although I had already written Drop Dead on Recall, Helen has been a terrific resource for me as I continue to write about Janet MacPhail, the animal-photographer protagonist of my Animals in Focus mystery series - I discuss that in Art into Fiction, with Animals! Welcome Helen! ~ Sheila


Focus on Character Development: A View from Behind the Lens 

by Helen Peppe


This paw does not belong to a troll. 
Once upon a time there was a troll, the most evil troll of them all; he was called the devil. One day he was particularly pleased with himself, for he had invented a mirror which had the strange power of being able to make anything good or beautiful that it reflected appear horrid; and all that was evil and worthless seem attractive and worthwhile.
This is the first paragraph of “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christian Anderson who embedded moral lessons in fairy tales and other short works, many of which do not end happily ever after. Anderson created his characters using the rules of polarity: good and evil, beautiful and ugly, greedy and generous. He recognized that people universally think in terms of opposites, that it pervades our physical environment: north and south, night and day, dark and light, hot and cold. Anderson kept his characters deceptively basic, a flat land of generic stereotype. There is the wicked witch and the beautiful princess, the conniving hag and unsuspecting king, and their differences create conflict. It’s as simple as yes and no, as right and wrong.
But it isn’t.
....sometimes you don't!
Sometimes you feel like a nut....






"I spy with my beautiful green eye..."
While photographing animals I meet many disarmingly kind mean people. Last month a horse’s owner told me that she’d never seen a sweeter gelding than the one who was my subject. When he bit my thumb hard enough to damage the radial nerve, she claimed he didn’t mean to. I’ve been peed on by male dogs who would never do such a thing and scratched by cats who always keep their claws in. I’ve been stepped on by horses who always respect human space, and I’ve been jumped on by dogs who never jump. I used to think people simply didn’t understand their pets. Now, after photographing and observing so many animals, I think people describe the characters of their pets as one dimensional because it’s difficult not to describe them as fairytale-like. And they don’t have to, unless they want to write and develop them true to life.
I am reminded of the simplification, the boring telling of character each time I donate my time and photography to a rescue organization. The first thing I do when I enter the cat room is read the short bios hanging on the cages or, in the case of a recent shelter, on a bulletin board in an area where the cats roam free. This is my preferred setting because I can sit on the floor and watch for the cats to reveal themselves from the climbing tree condos. I wait for their characters to unfold.
What sort of soul do
you imagine under
those stripes?
Crystal prefers affection on her own terms and seeks a quiet home without children, claimed the human whose job it was to summarize in a playful font the personality of a petite grey tiger. I sat on the floor with my ten year old assistant. After about thirty minutes, Crystal stepped out from behind a crate and wove around my daughter’s legs, purring louder and louder with each back and forth pass. When the pats didn’t come fast enough, she scented my daughter’s knees and, rumbling like an old Chevy without a muffler, thrust her head under what she saw as an available hand, the one that was actively patting Lucy, a recently surrendered female who liked to urinate on the couch. Crystal kept her motor running until the cat room door opened and a volunteer entered. Then she swiftly resumed her hiding place.  Cats, like photographers, watch and listen outside of the fray and wait for the stranger’s character to unfold.
This is a complex character, despite
the moustache.
It’s my job to capture the animal’s character in one image, an image that will pull in a potential adopter. Sometimes I feel my job is unethical because I can make the cat who hissed and smacked its roommate look utterly endearing and innocent. And that cat who was surrendered for using the closet as her litter box? I can make her appear, with one release of the shutter, as if she has impeccable hygiene by photographing her meticulously grooming a toe.
…for he had invented a mirror which had the strange power of being able to make anything good or beautiful that it reflected appear horrid… Hans Christian Anderson could easily have been writing about the power of the camera, which uses a mirror to reflect light that is life. Or, and this is what I believe, the mirror could be a metaphor for ourselves, of looking deeply into identity to our true character. “The Ugly Duckling” teaches us that a character who will engage the reader and turn the act of reading a book into a life changing moment might be beautiful and horrid, worthless and worthwhile. But he will never be one or the other.


Helen Peppe and her photography
assistant (and daughter!) Morgan.
Helen Peppe’s work has appeared in anthologies, print and digital magazines, including The Goodmen Project, Pop Fic Review, Practical Horseman, Equus, The Horse, Dog Fancy, Dog World, and Mused Literary Review. Her writing has won several literary awards, among them first place in the Word Worth Fiction and Essay Contest and The Starving Writer Contest. A chapter of her debut memoir Pigs Can’t Swim, “The American Eagle”, finaled for the 2011 Annie Dillard Creative Nonfiction Award. Helen has an M.F.A. in creative writing from Stonecoast, and she teaches writing by illustrating craft through photography. She is working on her second memoir, Naked, Finding my Feet, and her first YA novel about a young girl and her rescue horse: I Name you Rockstar. Helen lives in Maine with her husband, Eric, her children, her dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, and her horse. Her web site is www.helenpeppe.com. Pigs Can’t Swim will launch officially in February 2014.


Please leave a comment so Helen knows you were here!

And please come again on Thursday when my guest will be author and poet Linda Rodriguez with the first of her posts here on Native American writers you whose work you may not know, but should. 


Monday, May 27, 2013

In Memory of Our Companions in War

To commemorate Memorial Day, I am rerunning my post from last year. Here are some thoughts about the animals who do not make wars but live, and die, in them just the same. - Sheila


In Memorium: Our Companions in War


My grandmother was a poet. Squarely in the sentimental Victorian tradition, her poems were published in Scottish and Canadian newspapers and small-press collections in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. I have several fat notebooks filled with her poems, handwritten and pasted in from print sources. Years ago I read my way through them as a way to know the woman who had faded a bit in my mind (I was five when she died). I read most of the poems, but honestly, only one stands out in my mind. It began, "Farewell, my noble friend, farewell," and even now I can’t think of it without feeling the tears well up. The copy in the notebook was yellowed and frayed at the edges. On the facing page was a clipping, a picture that had run in the Drumheller, Alberta, paper and, I’ve learned, many others. It immortalizes the death of a war horse and the grief of his soldier at his death.


Goodby, Old Man by Fortunino Matania


This image, long ago burned into my psyche, is a big reason that I have no desire to see the movie War Horse. I didn't know it at the time, but Italian illustrator Fortunino Matania not infrequently focused on the sad deaths of animals, especially horses, in the war.

Today is Memorial Day in the United States. This holiday, celebrated on the final Monday of May each year, is meant to honor those who have served in the American military. Originally May 30 was known as Decoration Day because one tradition of the day is the decoration of the graves of veterans, a practice that began during or just after the American Civil War (1861-65). The first official observation of remembrance was May 30, 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of both Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia. By 1890, all Northern states had adopted the holiday, but most Southern states refused to do so until World War I, when the holiday was extended to honor the dead of all American wars.

We usually focus our national pageants on the human price of war. Here today, for a few moments, I ask you to again expand the meaning of Memorial Day and give a thought to the millions of animals who have served, suffered, and died in human wars over the centuries. Think not only of the heroes given our attention and honors, but also of the vast majority of animals recruited into military service who did as they were asked and died unsung. Spare a thought, too, for the millions of animals, domestic and wild, who died as "collateral damage" or by intentional slaughter for political or other purposes. (Hitler, for instance, had non-German breeds of dogs systematically exterminated in Europe.)

Books have been written on animals in war, so I won’t attempt any kind of thorough commentary. Instead, I give you a few photos and a few links to more information, and ask that, as we remember our service people, we also remember the animals.

Horses, Donkeys, and Mules

I can't think of an animal more suited by nature to peace than the equines, and yet horses, donkeys, and mules have been used in human warfare since, probably, the first person threw a leg over an equine's back. Without horses for speed and donkeys and mules for stamina, we as a species would certainly not be where we are today, and our history, especially the history of conquest and war, would have unfolded very differently.

"L" Battery, R.H.A. Retreat from Mons
This British Horse artillery unit made a heroic stand against advancing German troops during the retreat from Mons, Belgium on 1 September 1914. Mons stayed in German hands until liberated by Canadian troops on the last day of the war, 11 November 1918. L Battery R.H.A. How our Gunners Won the V.C. and Silenced the Fire of the German Guns in the Face of Overwhelming Odds. Retreat from Mons 1st September 1914. Print by Fortunino Matania. Canadian War Museum


There are many websites and books about horses in war, but a few I've found especially interesting include the following:

Horses, mules, and donkeys naturally became less important to most militaries after World War I, but they aren't out of the service entirely. In fact, they are being used by American forces today in Afghanistan, as shown on Olive Drab's page.

Carrier pigeons

Carrier pigeons have nearly as long a history in military service as do the equines. During World War I, the U.S. Signal Corps deployed at least 600 pigeons in France alone, and Britain used some 250,000 carrier pigeons during World War II. Paddy, an Irish carrier pigeon, was the first pigeon to cross the English Channel with news of success on D-Day. One of hundreds of birds dispatched from the front, Paddy flew 230 miles in 4 hours and 50 minutes. He is one of 32 carrier pigeons to be awarded the Dickin Medal, the highest British decoration for valor given to animals. Another recipient was an American pigeon, GI Joe (below).


To learn more about carrier pigeons who have served, start with these site:


The Dickin Medal

The PDSA Dickin Medal, recognised in Britain as the animals’ Victoria Cross, is awarded to animals displaying conspicuous gallantry or devotion to duty while serving or associated with any branch of the Armed Forces or Civil Defence Units. The Medal has been awarded to dogs, horses, pigeons, and one cat. The citations on the Rolls of Honour are moving tributes to the role animals play in our service during war, and to the courage of the individual animals who have received the medal.



No such medal exists in the United States as far as I know (please let me know if I've missed it in my search). In fact, in 2010 the Pentagon refused the request of military dog handlers to establish an official medal for valorous animals.


You're in the Navy Now

Although we tend to think of dogs and, sometimes, horses when we think of animals in the military, cats have also served in the military, often in the navy, like Pooli (below). For more great photos of cats in the Navy, visit Cats in the Sea Service .


"War Veteran - 'Pooli', who rates three service ribbons and four battle stars, shows she can still get into her old uniform as she prepares to celebrate her 15th birthday. The cat served aboard an attack transport during World War II." Los Angeles, 1959

Dogs, too, have served aboard ship, often as ship's mascots and de facto therapy dogs. Imagine how much fun the sailors on the USS Texas had with this gang in 1915. The Texas is now a museum near Houston and has been designated a National Historic Landmark. It is one of six surviving ships to have seen action in both World Wars. Check out the U.S. Naval Institute's Sea Dogs page for more canine sailors.





Love and War


Not all who serve fight, of course, and just having an animal to touch, to care for, and to love can be vital to a service man's or woman's emotional health.




Marine Pvt. John W. Emmons, and the Sixth Division's mascot dog sleep beside a 105mm howitzer on Okinawa, 1945. The Sixth Division suffered almost 2700 casualties during the battle, with another 1,300 being evacuated because of either exhaustion or fatigue. ( U.S. Naval Institute's Sea Dogs)



"Accepting her fate as an orphan of war, 'Miss Hap' a two-week old Korean kitten chows down on canned milk, piped to her by medicine dropper with the help of Marine Sergeant Frank Praytor ... The Marine adopted the kitten after its mother was killed by a mortar barrage near Bunker Hill. The name, Miss Hap, Sergeant Praytor explained, was given to the kitten 'because she was born at the wrong place at the wrong time'."
Korea, ca 1953 (From "Cats in the Sea Service")


As you prepare for your cookout or whatever else you have planned for the holiday, please take a moment to pause and remember what it's really about, and raise a glass to the all the souls - human, canine, equine, feline, avian, and more - the day is meant to honor.

Then hug your animals.