Building the Bubble #3. Just Move
Morning. Once she's turned out, she bolts to a soft spot and rolls, and then this. No, her tail isn't...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Awakening
It's for me to worry about a winter dry enough for early grass fires, mine the worry for a...
Building the Bubble #2. Just Converse
One of us flaps our legs while standing still, banging our boots in the stirrups, twisting around in the...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Smile
A proud gray horse with a soft eye. Dwarfed by his manner, I almost don’t feel the barb of his...
Building the Bubble #1. Just Notice
Here's last week's Pretending to be a Horse scenario, from the equine point of view, abbreviated for sense-limited humans. His...
Photo Challenge and Poem: Rise/Set
What is it about a sunset that I cannot look away? Trying to make out a small movement, barely...
Pretending to Be a Horse
There was a time, while I was in junior high school, that I rode my horse on the road. Lots...
Reframing Competition as Relationship
We were playing around after a lesson, laughing about the curse of being spokesmodels for my blog photos. She leans forward...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Rather
Lying in bed, head deep under, the covers folded so it's dark and warm, and just a thread of fresh...
What Trainers Do You Like?
I often get asked what I think of other trainers. Sometimes I have no idea who the trainer is, any...
Travel Blog: Kangaroos Ahead
Here is another weird thing about my job. I never have any idea where I might end up. First, I...
Travel Blog Photo Challenge: Airport Story
Australia Verson: It's all about me. Me at the Melbourne airport. Me waiting for my flat white, teenager in line...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Story
Standing at his flank, in that sweet curve where his barrel ebbs to the swell of his hip, and gazing...
The Middle Path: Peaceful Persistence
I recently had a spellbinding conversation with a brilliant and beautiful mare. She was very young, not started under saddle,...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Out of This World
You are right to be wary of us, little mare. Your hooded eyes dark and silent, you must be concerned,...
Riders Against Bullies
Railbirds. Everyone's a critic. I'm no fun anymore. I can't go to rodeos, a tradition I...
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