Photo & Poem: You Know the Way
The rhythm of hooves over even soft ground, we’ve lost time out together rocked safe in the saddle like...
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: Tea
Stomping in the back porch to knock the dirt off my boots, there’s too much wind to work outside...
Free Advice: Everybody’s a Trainer
"What I see astounds me. It's difficult to be around other riders who constantly give advice I didn't ask for."...
Photo & Poem: Braced
Black eyes sunk deep in her skull, certain she knows what will come next. The trail of scars on...
What is an Ethical Ride?
We are great horse owners. We love our horses. Some of us compete and some stroll around the pasture,...
Photo & Poem: Goodnight
Leaning on the gate. Checking water tanks at dusk, one last glance at the herd before heading in. I...
The Advantage of Less Time
It's the second big freeze here on the farm and it isn't even Halloween. Much too early for such polar...
Photo & Poem: Spine
He repeats it all again, a little slower and louder each time, enunciating as if she cannot hear. Certain...
Calming Signals and the Myth of Desensitizing
This chestnut mare is all that. Alert. Intelligent. Willing. And in possession of the quickest response time of any...
Photo & Poem: Spotted Horse
Both horsewomen would remember this moment. A blustering wind, not cold, but bitter. Misty clouds settled the dust. A...
Calming Signals: What is a “Hard No?”
I worry that humans are losing the ability to carry on a polite conversation. I'm talking about civility of...
Photo & Poem: The Call
To feel the red soil, fine dust to pea gravel, with each toe through the sole of my shoe....
Calming Signals: A Vow of Silence
By now you should snort out loud when someone says their horse is ignoring them. Really, is there a more...
Photo & Poem: Owning Herself
Save your pity. It means nothing. She’s a big mare, broad chest and straight legs, her coat the color...
Calming Signals and Implicit Bias.
The Barnies are really hitting their stride. I started an online subscription group earlier this year called The Barn. Soon...
Photo & Poem: Payment Due
No more lingering in the melon-colored dusk, grazing late to the barn. The pasture is finished, even the weeds...
When Nice People Carry Whips.
"I just carry the whip. I don't use it." "I do liberty with my horse, it's just an extension of...
Photo and Poem: Black Bay
She was for sale: a black bay Arabian mare and I was looking for a beginner lesson horse. Tacked...
The Real Helmet Heroes. (#ihad, #riders4helmets)
This week was ordinary in the horse world. We love horses, who have the quickest response time of any domestic...
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: Reluctant
Stay outside until the sun is low, reluctant to let the day end, tidying halters, raking loose hay into...
Does Your Horse Need a Tune-Up?
This is how it goes: Sometimes it's just fine to go lollygagging around. The time isn't right; you're hungry...
Photo & Poem: A Donkey’s Years
His bray begins with a shallow panting, as he aligns the end of his nose level with his back,...
What to Do When You See Cruelty
It was a sadly normal week in the larger horse world. Horses got hurt and humans waged war with each...
Photo & Poem: A Cure for Sadness
Jerk out the fencing staples and carefully pocket them, leave nothing in the dirt. Pull the sagging wire fence...
How to Have a Conversation with Someone Who Doesn’t Talk
People talk to horses constantly. The words are unintelligible most of the time, to both us and the horse, but...
Photo & Poem: I Cannot Know
We became strangers. I thought I knew her so well; that place just back from her ears where her...
Calming Signals: Trust Above Training
It was my job to haul him to his new trainer. He was a bright young gelding, some would call...
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...
Calming Signals: Do You Tease Your Horse?
There was a time that I had a basset hound named Agatha and a bunch of friends with toddlers. It...
Photo & Poem: Sentient
Long in the tooth, people say. Gray hairs dusting his temple, this gelding plays the part of good uncle,...
Aggressive or Assertive?
She was a breathtaking draft-cross mare who I met at Duchess Sanctuary this year. There was just a presence about...
Photo& Poem: Go Fish
Mom took us kids in the station wagon to the church bazaar. Homemade women’s goods for sale; boring cross-stitched...
Affirmative Training for Colts and Fillies
Foals are irresistible. They are precocious and lively; they cavort and air gallop and sleep flat-out. When they wake...
Photo & Poem: Faraway Friends
I would show you the adolescent Canada geese on the pond. Better behaved than we ever would have been,...
Brain Science as a Training Aid
It was a two-day-long science class and we were promised a brain dissection. I signed up immediately and have...
Photo & Poem: Dwindling Light
His swayed back so warm in the late afternoon but he doesn’t lie down. His shoulders bear his weight...
Fear, Shame, and Affirmative Training
This is a photo of when you first fell in love with horses. Maybe you dreamed it and it...
Photo & Poem: Dry Thunder
The draft horses galloped out of the barn and down the fence line, stood on their hind legs, pawing...
Confidence Lost and Found
We thought having a horse would make everything perfect. It's a dream most of us were born with; we...
Photo & Poem: Hand
One draws attention, standing by a tolerant gelding and playing the horse whisperer, tickling withers, teasing his whiskery muzzle....
Affirmative Training and Spoiling Horses
Most of us hear voices. We might be working with our horses on an issue and floundering in the moment,...
Photo & Poem: Spine to Spine
His back is not solid, nerves run between banks of muscle, each vertebra linked to the next, from the base...
Be-Here-Now: Focus on Safety (Helmets and Response Time)
You're standing in a tennis court just behind the baseline, being mildly uncomfortable in your tennis togs because the...
Photo & Poem: Home Farm
Skeletal power poles from the wind turbines out east litter the view of the mountains, splintering the sunset. New construction...
The Thing About Geldings
I'm the sort of horse-person who hears about a castration and pops a cork for a toast all around. I...
Photo & Poem: Missing Her
Haunted by her hooves, jagged edges tilting her balance, she stood in filth, wooden pallets cobbled into a pen....
The Thing About Mares
A Przewalski mare and foal in Scotland When Larry McMurtry wrote Lonesome Dove, he gave Woodrow...