Ah yes, I too can see it now.
So many things determine rendering including speed. I had not checked the file size, something I usually do when I experience any trouble. This one is tolerably large, but not exceptionally.
Traffic also can slow loading. Time of day of both departure point and arrival point for transmission matters because a business day simply has far more traffic. Then too there is the problem of down routers and rerouting traffic.
Currently there is a very malicious "zombie," generator out there, and being up to no good, has taken over millions of desktop computers, just like yours and mine (and possibly even now, yours and mine) and uses this cluster (huge cluster at that, so big it's referred to as a "cloud.") to send out spam, or do other nefarious work.
All that uses immense amounts of bandwidth simultaneously. Thus the slowdown.
Had we all waited a sufficient time possible the graphic would have finally displayed on our computers.
The originator(s) of the zombie army effect is being hunted all over the world and eventually they'll catch him or them. I'm hoping for a public hanging, personally. I intend to be there for it and cheering.
The Internet (The Web, really) would be a far more enjoyable place without these thugs and criminals.
On another topic, but still OT to this thread: My veterinarian and his folks want to view all the pics.
Bonnie is growing fast. One month and 2 day sold now and I can't get her off the ground to immobilize her for a couple of shots we want for her health. We selenium poor in this area (the entire Northwest in fact), and foals do better if they get a little boost to start off. Plus some A and B. Naturally Bonnie disagrees with the concept of injections. And makes it plain. Ouch.
She still can't contain herself on the little back meadow, and runs and turns until she finally slips in the mud. Then up and at it again. After a more successful run she goes to her mother and rears up to make her point and emphasis her wonderfulness. Altea seems pleased without being effusive about it. I presume she was much the same herself.
In fact I have a picture of Altea, at around 1-2 years showing Altea wildly galloping after her mother. Like mother like daughter.
On the subject of Altea. This little lady has lead the most boring and uneventful life (until we came along, that is). She knows so little.
Our nephew visited with him family over the weekend, and he says he rode Altea when she was with that part of the family. And that she really didn't know much and didn't care to, for that matter. That's boredom, if not being intimidated. We know very little of the training prior to them acquiring her. Only that it had to have been minimal ... hardly touched.
So her life has been long periods of POB (Pasture Ornament Boredom) interspersed with being pushed around by humans (loaded and hauled, moved here and there, then left alone again) and two foals for at least something happening in her life.
Alread, just with simple groundwork I can feel her getting a little curious, but there is still that, "I'll just stand here until they ask me to do something, then stand here until they make me do it," attitude. Not defiant by any means (Oh how I would like to see that kind of fire in her ... I like defiant horses), but simply overwhelmed and given up, I think.
I circled her to Bonny's little brushy jump, and Altea simply trotted through it. Not even the semblance of a hop over the limbs and branches. I thought I would cry to see such lack of interest. And of course she's out of shape too.
I keep looking for successes for her, then darned if I don't forget sometimes just for my own convenience or whim.
I had been taking her out to the road and stopping there to let her decide which way to go. She knew there were horses and a little stream in one direction, and in the other elk, llama, sheep, goats, and our friends who love to come out and see her. So there are destinations for her.
Well, yesterday, with this stupid virus cold, I overruled her, and did not go to the left as she wanted, (she barely asks with just a little turn of the head, one way or the other) to see all the animals and people, and I went right. This choice I made just for the quieter pace and lower stimuli for myself. She looked so sad. But resigned and went along. I'll have to make that up to her today.
As Kate says, she's quiet and companionable when you walk her. Phooie!
With the weather breaking I can finish my fencing runs where we can play more, and hopefully get out into some other places where I have room to play with her and let her explore more on her own and lead me around. I do it on the roads a little, but that has a few hazards. We'll now, while the weather is good, be able to go on paths and dirt roads.
She's treat oriented so I am going to reward her for independently choosing anything at all on her own.
I think there is an ember in there somewhere. There is something in her eye, deep deep inside her. I'd like to bring it to a flame and see what happens.
Maybe Bonnie will show her. Maybe I will.
Best wishes, Donald