Photo & Poem: To Soar
Photo & Poem: Second Cup
Second cup of coffee while waiting for light, a second cup while waiting to head out. The horses have thick...
Photo & Poem: Rich
Our family farm was leased from the man who owned the car dealership in town. Once or twice a...
Photo & Poem: Waiting for the Vet
No days like the golden photos on the calendar from the gas company, propane topped off at the first...
Photo and Poem: No Other
You are wise to not let me see, stoic one. Show not your age, certainly not a weakness. Be...
Do Horses Fear Death?
It's been an ordinary year. Animals died here. What could be more normal? Infinity Farm has an extended herd...
Photo & Poem: Goodnight
Leaning on the gate. Checking water tanks at dusk, one last glance at the herd before heading in. Feeling...
Photo and Poem: What If?
There is a crisp apple coolness to the air. Soon there will be frost, I tell the horses, soon...
Photo & Poem: When the Sunset is Through With Me
The sunset plays me. In the heat of the day, colors are flattened by glare and searchlight bluntness, work...
Photo & Poem: Dry Thunder
The draft horses galloped out of the barn and down the fence line, stood on their hind legs, pawing...
Photo & Poem: Home Farm
Skeletal power poles from the wind turbines out east litter the view of the mountains, splintering the sunset. New construction...
Photo & Poem: Spring Storm
The storm came so late that shedding season was done, the horse’s coats already thin and slick. So late there...
Photo & Poem: Bond
He said show her who’s boss. Standing with her head in the corner and hooves nervous on the straw,...
Photo & Poem: Lead Me
The horse’s eye curtained by his forelock, his ear turns to stare back as we walk in matched strides,...
Learning to Let Go: Pearl
She arrived at Infinity Farm unceremoniously. We moved a fence panel, backed the rig in close, and...
Writing and Riding
Happy New Year. It's my ninth year of writing this blog about riding. Thank you for reading along, and I...
Photo & Poem: After Snow
This night snow floats down, each flake so light that it doesn’t land so much as hover precariously over fence...
Mucking on Winter Solstice
From Australian kangaroos sleeping in the dressage arena to Scottish castle ruins by the side of the road to the...
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