The Equestrian Element, LLC

05/26/2026

😎Summer has arrived!😎

☀️Somewhere in Time Farms☀️

05/18/2026

7 years ago, this appeared on fb. Truly made my day & year. Today I’m realizing that this made my decade. 

Being nominated as a superhero describes the depth of your impact on another equestrian.

Today I nominate McKynzie Neis for her dedication to her horses, school work, FFA, and future! I’m so excited for what your future holds and for who you’ve become.

Who do you nominate?

05/14/2026

Perfect way to start the day! Phenomenal work you two; gliding over water!!💦

05/12/2026

I love watching my incredible daughters soar in their field of dreams over the years. There’s no place I’d rather be.🩵🌟🩵

04/09/2026

I had a magical birthday!! 💙🐎💙

04/06/2026

I love this brilliant work and color combo!!

04/04/2026

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Most people only saw Secretariat win. Very few witnessed the moment he quietly broke — and the one man who held him together.

It was a still morning at Belmont Park, just weeks after Secretariat's final race. The cameras were gone. The crowds were gone. The roar that once shook the earth had faded into the kind of silence only retired champions truly know.

But Secretariat remained. Regal. Restless. Still adjusting to a world that no longer needed him to run.

Old Joe, a stablehand who had seen plenty of horses come and go, noticed something he never forgot. Secretariat stood at the edge of his stall, ears twitching, eyes fixed on the empty track. A gentle wind moved through the barn — and with it came something that stopped Joe cold.

"I looked into his eyes," Joe would later tell a reporter, "and I swear to God, there were tears. Not fear. Not pain. Just... longing."

It wasn't injury. It wasn't illness. It was something harder to name — the ache of a soul built for greatness, suddenly standing still.

Then Eddie Sweat walked in. His groom. His keeper. His closest friend in the world.

Eddie didn't offer words. He didn't need to. He simply moved to Big Red's side and began rubbing his neck — slowly, steadily — the way you comfort someone who has given everything and doesn't quite know what comes next.

And Secretariat leaned in.

Not toward a finish line. Not toward a trophy. But toward the one person who had always believed in him — long before the records, and long after the cheers stopped.

They stood like that for a long time. Two souls bound not by glory, but by something quieter and stronger than any of it.

That morning, the greatest racehorse who ever lived didn't need to win. He just needed to be known.

And he was.

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04/04/2026

Check out the Horse Mound Preserve in Galena, IL! Exceptional place to watch the sun rise & sunset when the skys are clear. Extraordinary views! Felt like a Girl Scout exploring a piece of Europe!

04/02/2026

“Those who are drawn to horses; are meant to make a difference in the life of a horse.”

Sherry Davis

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04/02/2026

“Those who are drawn to horses; are meant to make a difference, in the life of a horse, which in return makes a lifetime impact on our spirit.”

Sherry Davis

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📸Pictured below. Samantha, my first OTTB rescue I ever fully restarted & trained when she was 19. She was gifted to me for Christmas when I was 11, from my childhood horse trainer, Cathy Trope. She still visits me in my dreams. 🌟