This week has been a busy one. Yet again, I find myself on a Friday (night now) scrambling to write and publish this weekly newsletter. I usually work well under a deadline, but sometimes find myself staring at a flickering cursor on a blank screen wondering what to write about. And maybe I’m overthinking it.
The personal photographic projects I’m working on (Tug Fork and Genealogy of Nights) have stalled somewhat. I started my new job a month ago and life in general has been a bit busy. I’m feeling the pull to get back to the project work and the warmer weather certainly helps.
I’ve been shooting my bow almost everyday for a week or so now. I find it to be meditative and a good way to fill my need for a routine. My target is set up at about 25 yards.
Wednesday, I saw five wild (feral) horses above the King Coal Highway in Mingo County (pictured below). These horses are often let out on reclaimed surface mines. While beautiful, it’s not an ideal situation. Often, they’re dumped because people can’t afford to care for them. Rescue organizations like Heart of Phoenix have worked for years to rescue as many of these horses as possible. Consider supporting them if you can.
Some of the many rescued horses (below) at Heart of Phoenix’s facility in Lesage, West Virginia.
Thanks for reading this newsletter and supporting my work! I always appreciate your comments, notes, and feedback.
See you next week,
- Roger
Somehow I’d missed this early March post, think we were traveling, but I like to read everything you post.
Being a horse lover myself, it’s heartbreaking to see some people just take them and turn them loose to fend for themselves. I didn’t know that, but not surprised. Horses are expensive, I once had 13 of them at one time. Even if you have your own space to keep them and avoid boarding costs, the cost of feed, vet bills, time to look after them is demanding and expensive.
I had show horses 🐎 and before school I was in the barn feeding, shoveling poop, and after school I was working them out, cooling them, cleaning them, cleaning the stalls and feeding. It kept me out of trouble. It was a lot of work but never ever would it have crossed my mind to just take them and turn them out . I can’t even imagine what a terrible person it would be to do that.
but nice bow work