For much of my life, my main claim to fame was being “Mr. Barry’s daughter”. I still run into people who remember him with the greatest affection as a brilliant and entertaining teacher. J. Brian Barry would have been 96 today. We miss him. On we go…
He loved dogs 
Mr. Barry
Kris arrived for another brilliant lesson. He is very inventive with exercises, and both Jane and I felt we had been improved by his influence yesterday. The horses went well today and we finished on a good note, looking forward to more while Kris is in this area, we hope!
Kris 
Bart galloping 
Derry and Jane 
Marianne arrives to video 
Bart and Anne 
Serious redheads
Jane and I rode the other boys, though we didn’t apply our lessons, just a trail ride.
Oisin is ready 
Stone is chill
Vlad arrived just as I was leaving for errands. He delivered a new armature and took away the Pennsylvania bust . The studio is a busy place these days. I was so glad I got to see Vlad on the way out. He broadens my horizons whenever we talk.
Vlad 
Vlad in the studio
In the garden, there is a disgusting fungus that has attached to some hostas. This has been quite a year for fungi, with much moisture. Things have been very dry for the past two weeks, but today I saw this – and it is not studio related! I have no idea what it is.
On the other side of the house, the birds were very active, and much more pleasant than diseased hostas. Even the molting bluejay is better than a fungus, though the dove looks pretty grossed out.
A frenzy of feathered creatures 
Molting blue jay and a dove
Finally, out in Montana, little Rainy the mule baby is not so little anymore. She is definitely gray now, and her little mule tail is getting quite full. Nancy Stevens photo.
Mule yoga!
Stay safe, stay well.
Harry’s studio! He is so prolific! Always impressive, your Harry. And your dad, what a handsome man with bright intelligent eyes, much like you, Anne. I’m so glad to see you and Jane enjoying your lessons. I know you don’t think there is much to riding unless there are obstacles to jump. You know I’ve always staunchly disagreed, but I understandd your point, and jumping is so much fun! The birds certainly are having a hay day. Want to know something funny, or pathetic depending on how one wants to look at it. When I have seen birds with shaggy feathers, or heads missing feathers I thought it was the chemicals we spray so excessively taking their toll on our poor birds. Robins just don’t look healthy to me, around here anyway. Well, enough worries, on to happier things, like horses and doggies, and good friends.
I loved your dad. One of my favorite people.
I would have loved to meet your father and I’m sure that he would be proud of your blog. I’m still amazed with your busy days. So many irons in the fire. The hostas look really awful. Big year for invasive “things”.
I only met your father one time 50 years ago. He was a brilliant man and very enjoyable to visit with.