the aRt of the HoRse
“THERE IS SOME ANCIENT MEMORY IN US AS HUMANS THAT MAKES THE WARMTH AND SMELL OF THE HORSE SEEM FAMILIAR EVEN IF THEY HAVE NOT BEEN AN INTEGRAL PART OF OUR LIVES.”
- ART WOLFE
Morning coffee and reading the newspaper together, the cool fall breeze blowing through the window as you pour another cup. Black denim and leather boots, the deepest crimson flannel. Rose gold and velvet. Rich and lush. Chatting with locals while we sip our coffee and head out for the next adventure.
Red wine and dark twilight nights.
Sipping chartreuse and green tea while looking at the most perfect white subway tile and hand painted signs. Driving through the mountains to Portland reminiscing about the best memories back home. Cozy sweaters, vintage denim, and Pabst while telling one of a kind love stories.
One of a kind romance.
