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BAD BOYS OF HORSEFEATHERS FARM
They are, from left to right: Posh, Flint, Outlaw & Willie. These four Missouri Fox Trotters live in Oklahoma with some friends of mine, but they travel all over a 5 state area and take their owners & friends on trails many people never get to see-at least not from that perspective. They know the trails from Big Bend Texas to the Ozarks of Arkansas to the mighty Rocky Mountains of Colorado. I myself have gazed at an unparalleled view of Pikes Peak through the aspen from the back of Outlaw. In fact, I�ll be doing it again in September, Lord willing and the creek don�t rise�
Each with their own wonderful and unique personality, and the Lexus of the horse breed as far as a smooth ride goes, they are truly �the Bad Boys of Horse Feathers Farm�.

Parts of my story are integral to why I do what I do, what motivates me and the emotions and ideas I am trying to convey through my work. CS Lewis said, in Till We Have Faces... The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing, to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from, my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing...The longing for home...For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back. My mother told people the first thing I ever drew was a horse before I was three in the dust on the kitchen floor of the little white clapboard parsonage in the North Woods of Wisconsin. In 1963, our family took a trip Out West to Vancouver, BC,...