Horses


Growing up my dad was my best friend. We remained that way until he passed nearly ten years ago on the 8th of November. He was my hero, my protector and I was his “last little strength.”

We built furniture together, shared stories, cooked together, he taught me everything about boxing, being a good person and he shared his love of horses with me. I get the whole outdoor, love of the country life and working honestly with my hands from everything he instilled in me.

I’m going to reflect for a moment, maybe shed a tear or two as I write this…

My dad always reminded me that he never worried about me because he knew I would always be OK living the life he would have if he could. He shared his vision with me that I would be the one to fall in love with the passions he had, (horses, working honestly and never depending upon anyone to do the things you could do for yourself) but could never obtain being a single father raising six kids on his own and working sometimes three jobs to support us. Although at a young age I lived with my Granny until the age of twelve, my Dad was the hardest working man I knew and did everything possible to take care of his children. I am blessed to have been given such a father. I could go on but I will save that for another time and don’t get me started on my Granny cause she was just as important, loving and inspirational as my daddy!

Growing up we watched two things together all the time…boxing and westerns! I could jab with the best of them and had a mean right upper cut. I would day dream while he would reminisce about stories in Belize on how he hunted, trained horses to work along side of him and built many great things.

I longed to ride on the back of a horse running free, being a wild child and not having a care in the world. Those dreams finally came true 10 years ago when I got my first horse, Indy. From there it grew to three and we currently board a fourth that helps to keep my passion going.

“Your horse is a mirror to your soul, and sometimes you may not like what you see. Sometimes, you will.” So says Buck Brannaman

Finding horses I think literally saved me from a life of complacency. Although I am passionate about photography, it let me remain hidden behind the camera. With horses as in the quote above they truly are a reflection of who you are. There is no hiding what’s inside your heart when your around a horse, especially ones that you care for and bond with.

So my journey with horses is one that changes everyday…it goes from good, to great to even better and I learn so much about myself and even how to interpret people from being around them. I look forward every waking day to discovering something new about myself and this world through being around horses. I hope to share my adventures, lessons and more here as well. Below is another horseman that continues to further my love, education and passion of horses – I am so blessed to be able to experience this journey.

Below is a video I shot of my Spanish Mustang, Cimarron being ridden for the first time under saddle. I had worked with Cimarron for a few weeks prior after he had just come to live with us. He had not previous handling except for me creating a bond with him and introducing him to various objects that would be needed in order to ride him and give him his confidence in me as a leader. My friends Quinton and Danielle of DesFountain Training were gracious enough to take it one step further and ride him under saddle for the first time. It was a really inspiring thing to watch…

Horsemanship by Buck Brannaman

Buck, The Movie

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