Saturday I was in the woods riding with my good friend . We were deep a large, old growth forrest full of oak, maple, birch, hickory, walnut and sycamore trees. The light breeze moved vibrantly green leaves enough to make the light dance on the trail. The dense canopy blocked the harsh sun light and … Continue reading Four-Year-Old Me
When I was a kid, my favorite three days of the year were Christmas, my birthday and Derby Day. I was obsessed with horses and got into the Derby hype that was hard to miss in Kentucky. My first crush was Riva Ridge. I was devastated when his Triple Crown campaign was over in the … Continue reading It’s Derby Day!
Turning out Moe II on a very chilly November morning. Enlarge the video.
I camp several times a year with family and friends. Halloween weekend is usually our last camping trip of the year. Our days are spent riding and the evenings are for socializing. The fall foliage seemed to magically appear overnight with the arrival of rain. Horse camp with the pavilion on the left, stalls in … Continue reading Horse Camp
Old Moe I arrived at the farm on Saturday morning. It was a perfect fall day where short sleeves with a suede jacket were the perfect amount of layering. The sun was out and the pastures and trees were still green with signs of fall color on the smaller decorative trees. I was happy to … Continue reading Shadows
It was a beautiful day, sunny day that was warm but not hot. Dad and I had loaded two horses into the trailer and were on our way to a favorite trial head. It was a picture-perfect day for trail riding. Before we left the farm, I did a quick prayer for protection. After all … Continue reading Flats
I went to sleep listening to the sound of rain on Saturday night. Sunday morning, I work up to thick fog just as the sun was starting to ride. I grabbed my phone and quickly headed out the front door of the farm house to see if I could capture a good picture of the … Continue reading Out of the Fog
I’ve had friends ask me if my old horse gets jealous when I work with my new horse. I don’t know the emotional range of horses, but I do know that the old one knows when he had been retired. Jubilee My Dad used to ride a beast that I called the Magnificent SOB. His … Continue reading Jealousy
The barn on the farm was built before the house. The house was built in 1863. Originally it was a tobacco barn, but a previous owner turned it into to a horse barn with six large stalls and ample spaces for hay and grain storage. Last Saturday I went down to the barn to groom … Continue reading Mr. Ed?