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
Tag: Tennessee walker
Wordless Wednesday
Last but Not Least
Turning out Moe II on a very chilly November morning. Enlarge the video.
Flats
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
Mr. Ed?
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?
Moe Squared
In January I was struggling to create a 2021 vison board. Probably it was because there was only thing I could confidently say that I wanted: a calm, willing to please, sure-footed, good natured Tennessee Walking Horse that brings me joy as we smoothly gait down the trail. I told everyone that would listen that, … Continue reading Moe Squared
Shoes
Moe The first time I saw Moe was on a cool March day in a horse barn outside of Jamestown, Tennessee. Alice opened the stall door and led out a tall, lankly, solid black, four-year-old, Tennessee Walking Horse whose movement was liquid. I was looking into the eyes of the embodiment of my childhood dreams … Continue reading Shoes
Wordless Wednesday
My favorite weekend viewpoint
Zeus Chronicles: Let Zeus Be Zeus
“If it ain’t nodding, it ain’t walking,” old time description of a Tennessee Walking Horse This Sunday my view was filled with two black ears going forward, a thick mane flowing with motion and Zeus’ head nodding up and down as we rode through our neighbor’s soy beans. It was a beautiful sight. He was … Continue reading Zeus Chronicles: Let Zeus Be Zeus