Each year, the sport horse world relocates to Wellington, Florida for three wonderful weeks in the sunshine. A couple weeks ago, we enjoyed a busy few days of filming and photographing, but it was much too short.
The more I travel and become immersed in this wonderful horse world, the more it tends to amaze me. Horse people welcome their fellow equestrians with open arms. I’m looking forward to spending more time in Wellington in just a few weeks.
It was barely ten degrees in Nashville, but that didn’t stop us from playing with the camera. These friends are as attractive on the inside as they are on the outside and I am so happy I rang in 2018 with them. Cheers to the best year yet!
The old saying is true. Waking up before the sun had me dragging my feet until I realized how lucky I was to experience this quiet moment of sunrise over the beautiful city of Austin. Thankful for one less hour of sleep and for this memory.
When my sweet (and exceptionally photographic) friend asked me if I could capture her relationship with her canine companion of 8 years, I jumped at the opportunity. Heidi and Cooper have enjoyed endless snuggles between the ups and downs of life. He keeps all of her secrets safe and has been her constant source of joy. Cooper is her most precious treasure.
A photographer carries the responsibly of freeze-framing time so a memory can live on for decades. I am so grateful to be surrounded by people with stories that are so enjoyable to capture.
I have always admired Andalusians and Lusitanos because of their exotic beauty. Last week, I attended the Haras Cup with some dear friends. The Premier Working Equitation Championship was held at the Haras Hacienda in Magnolia. After spending time with the breeds and experiencing the culture surrounding working equitation, they have captured my fascination.
I consider myself beyond fortunate to have some seriously bad ass women in my life. Being a girl can be really hard. However, when you are surrounded by empathetic and daring role models, you learn to stand a little taller and love a little harder. My bonus mom, Lisa, has bravely written her story for the world to see. Her story is one of hardship and triumph and laughter and tears. It’s perfectly imperfect. She inspires me to live without fear.
I grew up watching Lisa snap photos of people on the streets of London, Paris, and Rome. I was in awe of the emotions she was able to capture. I remember first seeing her pick someone on the street, someone whose story most could care less about, and ask them if she could photograph them. She listened to their stories when no one else would. That instilled a great admiration for storytelling through the lens of a camera. Learn more at www.lisajennett.com.
An excerpt from her truthful pages…
A journey is sometimes hard. Sometimes not. Mile markers keep time and allow the grace of a reflect. Like breadcrumbs, they led me to a place I did not expect … a place so worth visiting my outlook changed. I am just another woman. I am married to a guy I love all the time and like most of the time. I am a mom and a bonus mom and a Momo. I am some people’s devout friend. I am a landscaper. And I am fascinated by the human experience and its forever impact.
Remember, it’s never too late to go find yourself. In fact, Lisa and I are headed to Spain and Morocco in April to find ourselves in the stories of others. I can’t wait for us to meet ourselves some more.
Nearly nine years ago, I met Meagan. I was the quiet kennel girl and she was the loud receptionist who immediately took me under her wing. Before I knew it, I was spending every waking moment outside of school, work, and taking care of the horses, getting into shenanigans with Meagan. Though we are now separated by a few hundred miles, our friendship always picks up right where we left off. She may not know it, but I admire Meagan with all my heart for her love of family and her work ethic. From managing a veterinary clinic, to being a wife and mom, to taking classes, she works her tail off with a big smile on her face. This year, her sweet baby boy turned one and I was fortunate enough to capture some of these treasurable moments. Jackson, if you are anything like your mama and daddy, you are going to grow into quite the little (but tall) human and I will be cheering you on the whole way.
We each have a home. In my childhood, we moved around a lot so I learned to treat home as more of a feeling and less of a place… A feeling I had when I was with my loved ones. In my treasured college summers, I finally found my home. In the Texas Hill Country, I am surrounded by people who challenge me, God’s work of art that inspires me, and a feeling in my heart that centers me. It is my home.
At the end of each summer, the Perseid’s meteor shower graces this part of the country and it never ceases to take my breath away. This year, we made the trek up to Rattlesnake, set up our cots, snuggled up, and took in the vast sky above us. It was a night I won’t soon forget.