As a kid I had a Kodak Pocket Instamatic camera. I loved it. My cameras and interests evolved until I was a photography major in college. After my sophomore year I realized that I needed to change my major. I knew that I would never make a living with the style of photography I enjoyed … Continue reading Snapshot
Pete was born on the farm. He has always been like the bratty little brother of the bunch. Huckleberry, a large strawberry roan, is Dad’s main ride. Each horse has a fan in the summer. They are in during the day and outside at night. The schedule will flip in October. Palomino Prince was born … Continue reading Barn Life: Meet the Boys
As the light sprinkles hit my windshield, I broke. More water was falling from my eyes than from the sky. As I looked at a blue sky, the damn of frustration and disappointment broke loose in a torrent. The day’s last minute cancelled holiday weekend plans due to the chance of morning rain broke me. … Continue reading Buckaroo Buttercup
The side porch of my great grandparents house had a large screened in porch that looked out over the carport. The house sat between the two main roads in their small, rural Kentucky county. Many hours were spent on the porch watching cars head to one town or the other. This county had more cows … Continue reading Coffee & Ice Cream
Jolene does not care for the ‘no dogs in the barn rule” Recently I moved to be closer to my parents and the horses. I now take the horse and barn care every Sunday evening. Tools of the trade Dad’s art work and feeding instructions Inside View Pete (in the drawing above) and old Moe.
Daily meditation is a part of my self care toolkit. It took me a very long time to develop a regular practice because I thought there were rules and “perfect” ways to meditate. I resist rules and know perfect is bunk. The goal is to quite your mind and relax my body, not find perfection. … Continue reading Monday Meditation
At one point Bardstown, Kentucky was named the most beautiful small town in America. It is a charming town in the cradle of the Bourbon industry. The second oldest city in the state, it is 60 miles from Lexington and 41 miles from Louisville. It is a beautiful town in a beautiful location. Due to … Continue reading Bardstown
I am a Kentuckian. For some of you that will bring to mind beautiful horses, bourbon and basketball. For others it may be cruel jokes about intelligence and cousins. The ugliest thing I have ever seen or heard thrown at the people of this Commonwealth is that the devastating floods in Eastern Kentucky are because … Continue reading What the….