October

It was a beautiful month on the trails and in the woods. Deep in the woods of Mammoth Cave National Park No idea what created these holes. Favorite vantage point. Snack break

Barn Life

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.

Four-Year-Old Me

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

Awe

“Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry,” John Denver In my case, Red Buds made me cry. Saturday’s light rain with sun rays cutting though the gray created beautiful, muted light. Driving north on I-65 I was do overcome with the beauty of the diffused light showcasing the pink hue of the Red Bud … Continue reading Awe

Ride Along

April 4th ride with Big Moe on a recently reworked section of Raymer Hollow trail in Mammoth Cave National Park. Big Moe is a Tennessee Walking Horse. This is our third time on trail together. The head nod is his natural movement that keeps the rhythm of his natural gait which does not bounce me. … Continue reading Ride Along

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