About Eq


About the Author

Kristin Kenney is a journalism major concentrating in public relations at California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo. She is available for freelance writing and photography assignments, and has been published in California Riding Magazine, Horse ShowBiz, and others. When not attending classes, she enjoys riding her Dutch Warmblood gelding, Nicolai, and exploring the Central Coast.

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About the Site

Equestrianism has gone through many phases in its journey to its current form. What started out as a personal website for me to collect my thoughts, designs, photographs, and ideas eventually formed into a blog. The blog allowed me to hone my writing skills and get a feel for putting my work out on the web.

I believe that equestrianism is more than riding horses; it is an art and a bond that emanates throughout the equestrian community. It is what allows a human to harness the immense power of the horse and create a flawless piaffe or soar over a 5’3″ oxer. It is indescribable, and I hope this site is able to capture just a notion of the true essence of equestrianism.

Below is the statement I wrote for my first personal website:

Equestrians are somewhat hard to find in today’s world. We lurk in the land of hoof picks, SmartPaks, and oxers. We know the difference between a Hanoverian and Holsteiner, and the difference between their brands. Our coolers do not hold drinks; our liverpools are not in England. A crop is a daily accessory, and our hunting is about the ride.

Equestrians pity those anchored to the ground by the ceaseless pull of gravity, for we know the feeling of soaring and wondering if we will touch back down. Taking flight on such an earthbound animal is a phenomenon in itself, and for that we cherish every bit of it. Falls are nothing; there is a reason they make footing so soft.

Together, equestrians are bound by the inexplicable gravity of the horse. He knows not murder, lies, nor sins. He lives for his daily hay and turnout, peppered with hacks and shows. He carries us carefully, gracefully, over hill and heather, and brings us home before dark. He also plants us when we become too confident, too high-headed. He grounds us while setting us free. For that we owe him everything.