Just got this old article in an e-mail from my brother-in-law. They must have been spring cleaning…
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Wow, Susan, how beautiful! I hope you are going to archival-ly frame and preserve this newspaper clipping of yourself.
Oh, you are just too adorable. I don’t know if I can continue to be friends.
Do you still have a quiver?
Sorry. I could not resist.
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C’mon guys, this was supposed to have everyone else quivering in fear–
Look at those arm muscles, notice the hard, mean look in the eyes; this is someone you don’t want to mess with. My husband still laughs about the time two burly archers smirked as they allowed me to try out one of their 70# bows, then gawked with jaws dropped as I shot a few arrows out of it, and handed it back, softly murmuring, “Hmm, smooth shooting bow.”
Loretta, I still have a quiver, and I’m still adorable–in a cute little old lady kind of way!
Come to think of it, there is a lot of sensuality within the sport. In archery, we admire the belly of the bow and the curve of the arc, the penetration of the arrow is determined by the bow weight; a rough shooting bow produces hand shock; we speak of the spine of the arrow shaft which determines the archer’s paradox–the straightening of the arrow as it flies out of the bow after bending around it. And yes, the love is there as well.
Don’t forget, Susan, as soon as it gets a little warmer, you said you’d teach me 🙂
I meant to comment on this days ago 🙂 I don’t see a ‘hard’ look in your eyes. I see a warm, loving woman whose eyes look a bit sad, a bit questioning, and perhaps a bit of ‘you have no idea what you’re in for!’ It’s a beautiful photograph — you should add it to your ‘about’ page!
Wonderful picture. It shows someone who is in control of her environment, at least for the moment.
I agree that you should add it to your about page.
Thank you all, but the photo was taken many years ago, and I am even harder looking now. But perhaps I will have my husband take one some day when we are shooting.
David–I was hoping that you would catch this as you had asked about traditional archery in an e-mail.
Cindy, I think you caught the mood and I had so much less to think about back then…
Rina, I won’t forget.