Tag: Horses

  • Hiatus – September 24

    Back now, from a pause in the process, as a week expecting some recovery from two weeks of horse showing, turned into a full schedule of chaos, about which I will not bother to blog.

    Here at Bronze Fox Farm we have finally had some rain! The place has been parched for weeks, and almost immediately the pastures have begun to green up. I do not expect a beautiful Autumn, though. Many trees in the woods have dried up and dropped leaves to survive until Spring. The oak mites, unfortunately, are undeterred by drought. I have managed to get another case of them from spending a little time in the woods.

    The anticipated upcoming event of a showing of Harry’s artwork will be opening on October 10. Apparently, invitations as not exclusive, so here is the announcement…

    McCaughen & Burr Fine Arts
    117 W Lockwood Ave, St. Louis 63119.
    314-961-7786
    Established 1840

    is pleased to present a retrospective of works for sale by renowned St. Louis artist Harry Weber  
    October 10th, 2025 5-8 pm
    Artist’s Talk 6:00 
    Exhibition will feature 48 bronze works spanning Weber’s career, with subject matter including historical figures and scenes, athletes, sporting, and more. Featured will be the complete set of ten artist proof bronze maquettes completed for the St. Louis Cardinals Hall of Fame.   The exhibition will also include drawings beginning with early works from Weber’s time serving in Vietnam up to today.   ­
    Daniel Boone – Bronze – 20″ x 20″ x 16″
    This is the maquette that won a national competition for the larger-than-life size bronze statue of the pioneer for the City of St. Charles, MO installed on the city’s historic Main Street in 2006. 
    HARRY WEBER
    Harry Weber was born in St. Louis, MO in 1942. He earned a degree in English from Princeton University and served six years in the United States Navy, including a year tour of commanding River Patrol Boats in Vietnam where he was awarded the Bronze Star with V for valor and the Presidential Unit Commendation. As a sculptor, Weber has an international reputation. His body of work includes over 150 large, commissioned sculptures in public view in twenty-seven states, the Bahamas, China, and Africa. These include historical figures, notables in the arts, politics, and sports in thirty-one different cities across the country. Two of his sculptural groupings have been named National Lewis and Clark sites by the National Park Service. He was selected in a national competition to sculpt a statue of Dred and Harriet Scott, which now stands in front of the Old Courthouse where the infamous decision was handed down. His sculptures of famous sports figures are prominent features at fifteen different professional and amateur stadiums, including Busch Stadium in St. Louis, MO, Kauffman Stadium in Kansas City, Choctaw Stadium (Texas Rangers) in Arlington, TX and the TD Garden in Boston, MA. In 2023, he was awarded a Star on The St. Louis Walk of Fame which honors St. Louisans who have made significant contributions to the culture of the United States. He has also been inducted into the St. Louis Sports Hall of Fame and the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame.

    We attended a talk in Washington, Missouri on Saturday with the newly formed Rivertown Arts Council. Dan Burkhardt gave a very interesting and entertaining presentation, and there were many local artists in attendance. Our spirits were uplifted.

    Of course, my spirits also soared when I received my pictures from the professional horse show photographer. Particularly since Brianna, one of the photographers with HLJ Images from Kansas City, rode with Kris as a child, and Jane and I met her through Kris as a young rider. She had a fabulous jumper, and though she is too busy now with work to ride, she is one of the nicest people I have met through horses. And a brilliant photographer… Here are a few, much better than a blurry picture off a video, from the St. Louis National Charity Horse Show 2025!

    The birds are migrating, and I had a chance, before they departed, to see male and female tanagers and get some pictures. Beauty and drama in the bird world on the back porch!

    At least the five cats are not interested in birds. If the barn cats come near the back porch, we do chase them back to the barn, but we rarely see feathers anywhere, indicating trouble. There was a Cooper’s hawk around for a few days, and I saw it get a finch, but that is the natural circle of life. Domesticated cats are not part of that!

    We had a beautiful visitor on the porch a couple of days ago. I took pictures, thinking it was a corn snake, perhaps. I didn’t have the telephoto lens on the camera, so I leaned in close. The poor snake was rather stressed by our efforts to direct it away from the kitchen door. While we were doing that, Eddy came into the house, and very nearly stepped on the snake, but didn’t notice it. Well, then I looked into my iNaturalist app to identify the snake and learned that it was an Eastern Copperhead! Yikes! I did not realize they are so beautiful. I knew they were one of Missouri’s “venomous” snakes. And I did notice the plain brown head and its triangular shape, but I was entranced by it’s beauty. Luckily, this individual was not at all aggressive, and he went happily on his way after our photo session!

    Many, many years ago, when we first moved to this country, I decided to make a zoo in the orchard behind the house. I had a turtle, and a toad and a skink in boxes, and I was very excited to find a snake, which I picked up with a stick and threw into a box to add to the collection. I proudly showed the “zoo” to the Priory boys playing soccer on the field by the orchard (we lived on the grounds of the Priory boys’ school). One of the boys informed my father that I had a poisonous copperhead snake in my zoo. I was very sad indeed when my father killed the snake, and that ended my zoological career. Looking back, I wonder if that “copperhead” was more likely a brown roughsnake. People are very afraid of brown snakes, presuming they are copperheads. This one definitely was a copperhead – and it wasn’t a brown snake at all. I put several pictures into the iNaturalist app and there was no question. We didn’t have that option in the early 1960s!

    In other things of beauty, on this incredible planet, in the middle of the North American continent…

    Every day there is natural beauty to distract us from the news, which is a great blessing.

    Be safe, be well, be grateful, be kind. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Primetime Horse Show Final Day – Sept 7

    We had an early start today. I got up at 5 AM to bring Bart in for a 6:30 departure. The final day of the horse show had a 7 AM start time. The moon was bright and throwing shadows. I had to shield my eyes from the brightness as I searched the pastures for the horses.

    The Tack Trunk provided a complimentary breakfast, which was delicious and gave me some strength. Pam and her son, John, came to cheer us on, as well as Wayne and Kathy, friends from the golfing world! I was grateful for so many supporters, but I was too excited to take pictures. I don’t need to mention, but I will, Harry and Weedy (and Jane), who are my greatest support always.

    Bart was full of energy and felt as powerful and enthusiastic as I have ever known. He was channelling his Thoroughbred mother, Juanita Belle, today. He jumped a double clear round in the Classic, and finished 2nd behind winner Marcie Rutledge and her mount, Gangster, who is very competitive. We were thrilled to be second to that pair! It was great to end on a good note, and we won $220, which certainly helped toward entry fees. Pictures are not great, pulled off the video, which Jane kindly shot, but believe me, Bart was exceptional today.

    We closed out in the office, with Mickey and Patrick, learning the name of the office cat – Nickel. He travels all over the country with Patrick and Mickey and Gremlin.

    We spent a bit of time nattering on our way out, and I enjoyed seeing Evelyn (Evvie) and her mother, Carmen, whose path we first crossed in 2022. Now she is quite an accomplished rider, and it was fun that she is riding here with Kris.

    Home again, Jane and I went for a ride with Derry and Oisin. We jumped a couple of little jumps, which was fun. Harry wanted to ride with us, but Stone pulled his right front shoe last night. Luckily, Fred will come by tomorrow and reset him. The other horses will see Fred on Thursday.

    The horses went out to another cool evening. Oisin wasn’t sure about it at first, hiding from flies in the shed, but he soon joined the herd.

    Harry and Eddy and I enjoyed some time on the deck. It was a lovely day.

    Be safe, be well, be grateful. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Chalkfest – Sept 6

    So, I wished Harry well, as he departed early this morning for the Chalkfest at the underpass in Clayton, near where the St. Louis Art Fair is taking place over this weekend.

    Once Harry was on his way, I tended to chores, then texted Kris about the schedule at the show today. Jumpers were predicted to start at 6 PM, and I was scheduled in the middle off the jumper classes, so would probably ride at 8 PM. That is very late for an old lady horseshowing. Especially an old lady who is only doing this for fun!

    I set out for Clayton soon after learning the schedule. Meanwhile, Louise had arrived at the Chalkfest, and she took the BEST pictures! Most of these are Louise’s photos…

    Needless to say, I was very stressed at having driven into “the city”, but it was a treat to see Harry at work in a public space. Louise was a lifesaver, as I had a meltdown about parking! Not long after I showed up, the tired artist was finished.

    We returned to the country, Weedy electing to accompany Harry, and Eddy came with me to run some errands, and then to the horse show to clean Bart’s stall, and to check on the schedule. It had not improved, so I officially scratched from the 1 meter classes and entered tomorrow’s .95 Classic. I spent a little bit of time taking pictures.

    From the horse show to home, and a fitness ride on Bart, with Jane and Derry. We saw at least a half dozen monarch butterflies, which kept hopes for the natural world high.

    When I was untacking Bart, he made one of his sneaky escapes – with Harry’s saddle on his back! I was terrified that he might roll before I caught him, but luckily, the grass was too delicious.

    Eddy was a great companion throughout the day, and once we were home, he surveyed his little kingdom while I finished chores. Sorry to report, he is still a bit stinky!

    Stone and Bart shared an evening scratch as the day ended…

    Be safe, be well, be kind. Get plenty of rest, and stay hydrated. Slava Ukraini! Keep hope alive. Peace…

  • Day Off – Sept 4

    Well, it was a day off showing for Bart, though it was a full day for Harry and me! Bart greeted the morning in his usual manner, and he was asleep for an hour, before we left.

    First stop was for my Covid booster, then on to a routine visit to Harry’s cardiologist. The news there was good, as were the two jokes that cannot be repeated on the blog. Dr. Davison is a connoisseur of jokes, and a scrupulous cardiologist. From there, we went to lunch with the dogs.

    We stopped at the horse show to inquire about the schedule for tomorrow, and enjoyed seeing friends.

    Back at the jumper ring (officially, the East Ring) we found Kris and Jake hard at work. Jake is riding for Kris this week. I first met him years ago when he was just a youngster. Now he is a professional, from Pennsylvania and Ocala. Like many people in our sport, he has a Florida location for the winter. As for me, I am just lucky to be showing in Missouri! Bart and I will arrive around 9 AM tomorrow.

    Also caught by the camera is Kate’s adorable dog. Kate works the gate, a very important job, getting riders into the ring efficiently and keeping us apprised of the schedule. I will learn the dog’s name tomorrow…

    When we got home, Jane and I went for a wander on Derry and Bart (fitness, Bart!). We happened upon the Electric Right Of Way above the back hay field, and there was a newly graded dirt road that we could take all the way west to Tuque Road! Sadly, this is because they are adding electric lines, but for now, on a perfect afternoon, it was wonderful! We saw at least half a dozen monarch butterflies amongst the yellow flowers.

    Back home, Bart furiously scratched an itch before I could even get his saddle off! After his bath, he and Oisin shared a scratch in the paddock. We had rain last night, at last, which brought cooler weather. That means Oisin can forego his fly sheet, which improves scratch sharing.

    Stay safe, stay well, share affection with friends. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Pre Charity Show Wednesday – Sept 3

    Lots of adrenaline today, returning to jumping around a real course at a rated horse show. Kris does a masterful job of preparing us and keeping the hamsters in my brain as calm as possible. Jane was there for support and to video, and Justine came to cheer. Bart and I did a .95 meter (3’1″) class. There were only two entries, and we went second. The first horse had a nice round, but pulled a rail. Bart jumped around clear, winning a blue ribbon, without jumping off. Turns out, there is now a rule that a winning clear round is not permitted to do the jump off! I was very happy, as was Bart, not having to jump another round.

    Eddy was a good horse show companion. Harry had other plans, made because I was never sure I would actually show. Unfortunately, Eddy is still stinky, but I tried a new concoction this evening. We shall see. I just hope people don’t think I am smoking pot! The odor is very similar. When we were in Boston, I thought it odd that there were skunks in the city, then learned it was the smell of marijuana smoke.

    Back home with Bart, he attempted to drown himself so that he wouldn’t have to work so hard. Luckily, he is getting tomorrow off from showing. He was very good today!

    Around the barn, as I was finishing up chores, I saw a Monarch butterfly, which made my day. Also, a few other delights…

    It was a day for counting blessings, reminded by a picture from Nancy Stevens of the honor guard pack string for her good friend Keith, a National Park ranger, who died in May, and was celebrated on September 1, in Montana. Too many losses keep piling up, but, on the other hand, we are fortunate to have intersected many fascinating lives.

    News of a young, unexpected loss came yesterday. Life is unpredictable indeed. We need to be grateful for every day.

    Stay safe, stay well, stay connected to what matters. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • 101 Years Ago – August 31

    101 years ago, my father, James Brian Barry (known as Brian, or Dad, to seven of us) was born in Yorkshire. He only lived to celebrate 86 years, but he has not been forgotten. This year, fifteen years after his death, I have had several people express to me what an impact Dad’s teaching (Physics, mostly) had on their lives. He was a gifted, though untrained, teacher and we seven children were very lucky to have such a father. Harry considered Brian one of his best friends, and some people said I married a man very like my father. But really, there was no-one quite like him. Harry and I raised a glass to his memory today, and counted our blessings for having lived a life with him.

    So, on we go, carrying memories that remain vivid and consolatory, and funny. Such luck!

    Speaking of luck, today, as so often happens, we had both good and bad luck. I had a confirmed Monarch butterfly sighting (good luck). And Eddy had a skunk encounter in a culvert (bad luck!!). I was doing some fence repair, and heard a commotion in the culvert. I did not have a skunk view, but I certainly got a scent!! The house is now very stinky, although Eddy himself has been deskunked.

    Jane and Derry are in fine form, helping to inspire Bart toward fitness for next week.

    The horses are always good photo subjects, as are birds and flowers and cats.

    Onward to September!

    Stay safe, stay well, stay grateful. Be curious and kind. Laugh often, in spite of everything. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Too Busy – August 29

    We have had pleasant weather here, but we are desperate for rain, and there is no hope in the forecast. The grass has stopped growing, which is just as well, since the mower is out of commission, and the wrong part arrived, so we face a third week without a mower. As problems go, this is a small one. It also means the horses are not getting fatter on abundant grass, which is a benefit. Monday was so cool, Oisin went out without a fly sheet! He is very sensitive to bugs, having a condition known as “sweet itch”. There is nothing sweet about itching!

    Speaking of itching, Harry had a terrible case of oak mites this week. I had a minor case, which was my own fault for working in the woods. Poor Harry got attacked just walking to the ring, under the oak trees. Pictures do not do justice to those vile pests. The misery they cause is immense, but they are very difficult to see. Similar to chiggers, but a more fiery itch, and mites can be seen – with reading glasses and a flashlight!

    Dust on the car’s back window affords an opportunity to distract Harry from scratching himself…

    Bart was quite tired after his horse showing last weekend, and Oisin, too, thought a nap seemed a good idea.

    I happened to see a deer in the pasture after breakfast – three deer, as it happened. One buck had quite impressive antlers, and an enviable jump!

    I passed my online Safe Sport qualification, which is necessary for rated shows, and I have reserved a stall for next week and the week after at the Pre Charity Show and the St. Louis National Charity Horse Show. I’m excited and quite nervous already. Jane helped me school Bart through a gymnastic on Wednesday. Unfortunately, she was going to swat a horse fly on Bart’s butt, and she tripped over a jump pole and fell on the dusty ring. Luckily, she was not hurt, but her phone camera got covered in dust, so the videos were hard to see, and the picture I took from the video is not very good…

    On Tuesday, I visited Laura and her bassets, after retrieving my watch from the repair shop. I cannot survive without a wrist watch. Using the phone to tell time just does not work for me. I treasure the Swiss Army watch that I wear, given to me by Jane on my 50th birthday.

    I heard a commotion in the barn as I was getting into my car to leave on Tuesday, and discovered Trigger was visiting. I locked him into the paddock and took him home later in the day, where I found he had broken the chain that held the gate.

    Bart escaped after riding only once this week, when I let my guard down. The grass is definitely greener on this side of the fence!

    Yesterday, the horses (and Roscoe and Rosie) got vaccinations, so Bart is up to date on Flu / Rhino for showing. It is really happening. Our friends, Mary and John, were planning to come for a visit, but Mary woke up with a cold, and didn’t want to make us sick. We were sorry to miss them – they live in Florida – but that did afford time for more projects. It has been a very busy month, and I continue to fall further behind. The window washers were coming today, and I needed to clear trees and bushes out of the way.

    The house and studio are bare – sculptures have been moving to the McCaughen & Burr Fine Arts gallery in Webster Grove in preparation for Harry’s show in October. Meanwhile, Fine Art Gallery in Chesterfield has officially closed, marking the end of an era in Harry’s artistic career.

    And, as always, I have a few pictures around the place, taken when the camera is to hand.

    Stay safe, stay well, stay busy, stay curious. Be grateful and kind. Treasure friends, and this beautiful world. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Old Lady Horseshowing – August 24

    Sadly, the “Old Ladies” triumvirate is temporarily reduced to only this old lady (and I ain’t much of a lady!). Despite reservations, and missing my pals on horseback, Jane and Susan, I returned to the show ring with Bart yesterday. Jane was on hand to assist, provide encouragement, and take pictures. I did only one very low class (called Intermediate Jumper), but it was a blast. Even Bart enjoyed it, I think, given his apparent enthusiasm.

    I have been riding with an eye to possibly showing at the September rated shows, constantly looking for signs – should I finish on last year’s good note, or continue into my senescence? Well, on Thursday I had a call from Kris (renowned trainer), and he was unexpectedly going to be in town for the Happenstance Horse Show. That was a sign!

    Kris stopped by here on Friday and gave me a little bit of a school – Bart and I jumped our first jumps of the year. He has not forgotten anything. I felt rusty, but any day riding with Kris is fun, and he thought it would be a good idea to jump around one small course on Saturday (or more, if needed).

    My ONLY goal was to jump the correct number of strides between the jumps. That meant going with pace, not our easiest task. Kris did his best to arrest my lifetime bad habit of pulling on the reins, and we galloped around double clear. Bart was fantastic, and jumped from some extravagant distances, but the mission was a success! On to the “real” shows. Now I must complete my Safe Sport training.

    Harry and Weedy came to watch and cheer us on. Everyone at the horse shows is always pleased to see them. Jane was a huge help, and she enabled me to bring Eddy, who loves horse shows. While we were tacking up, I left Eddy in the truck, so I turned the key to open the windows for him. Alas, I neglected to turn the key back off, so when we finished and loaded up, the truck battery was dead. That was a bit of bad luck, but I had jumper cables with me. Irene, in the office, notified Jaime, who arrived quickly to the rescue, with a thing called a “jump starter”. No cables needed! The bad luck turned to a good lesson, and a future Jump Starter in our kit.

    This morning, it was positively chilly – quite delightful. Jane and I had a fun ride, and Bart told Derry all about how good he was yesterday. She was unimpressed. Jane and I were delighted to get two Monarch butterfly views on our ride. No pictures, unfortunately.

    Poor Harry did not go riding this morning, because he was attacked by oak mites (aka oak itch mites) and had a terrible ordeal last night with removal and treatment of the evil, almost invisible creatures. They are the bane of late summer in Missouri. Since they do drop from the trees, Harry doesn’t fancy riding through the woods, at least not until the itching from this unfortunate episode subsides. No oak mite pictures were taken. They are too tiny!

    In the studio, thankfully, there are no oak mites (or ticks, or tomato hornworms). The Jackie Joyner Kersee maquette departed Friday morning for Kansas City, where the enlargement will be created. It is nice to have another big project underway. Meanwhile, preparations are being made for a comprehensive art show in October of Harry’s work at a St. Louis gallery. Details will be provided later. The organizers were here on Thursday. We are very gratified by their enthusiasm, and they are entertaining and fun people.

    Art is all very well and good, but amphibians are a sign of a healthy ecosystem, as I often mention. We have seen fewer toads than last year, which makes me sad, but we have some lovely frogs now that the stream is up and running. They serenade loudly at night.

    Avians we do have in good numbers, though they are molting, and the migratory birds will soon be traveling south. I never tire of taking pictures of feathered creatures.

    Before the weather cooled on Thursday, I brought Bart in from a ride with lots of lather under his saddle pad. I decided to look into the properties of lather. It turns out that horses have a protein called latherin in their sweat (humans do not). Latherin allows the sweat to evaporate more efficiently, making hot horses more comfortable. I am not a huge fan of technology, but it does enable me to learn new things, even in my old age. The good news is that lather is actually a good sign in hot weather.

    The dogs had their nails trimmed this past week, and Eddy posed for a picture with Halloween (in AUGUST??) decorations. Why do I not trim their nails, you might ask? Because I quicked Weedy a few years ago, and so have lost permission to perform dangerous procedures.

    The hot, humid weather has magically transformed to pleasant, autumnal breezes and clear, bright blue skies. The best time of year is at hand!

    Stay safe, stay well, be kind and grateful. Stay curious, and enjoy every day. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • August Heat Returns – August 17

    It is certainly August, with hot, miserable Missouri summer weather. But already some leaves are falling and there is a different quality to the misery, knowing September is headed this way, carrying Autumn, so on we go.

    Tuesday was trash day, and Harlan was in fine form, as usual.

    Bart has been working despite the heat, just in case we decide to show in September. The other horses watch with sympathy as Bart heads out to work on fitness.

    Harry has been busy in the studio preparing for a showing of his artwork in October. He has a new sculpture project underway, and in his spare time he continues to write his memoir. He has also done two dust portraits on the car window this month, a new métier. As Ionesco said, “Only the ephemeral is of lasting value”…

    We popped over to see Steve and Margaret briefly on Saturday morning, and were delighted to find their neighbor, and our dear friend, Laura, there, too. Laura had brought Steve and Margaret a pair of pullets after a recent raccoon massacre in the chicken house. The surviving rooster was lonely, and Laura brought these two young wives to him, all the way from the Ozarks. Road repairs near Culvers’ driveway are progressing, though pictures do not do justice to the project.

    Jane and I visited Florence this week. She, too, very many years ago, lived on Wolfrum Road, with Laura, for a while. Laura and Florence threw me a “going away” party, when, in August of 1973, I departed for England. I returned much sooner than expected, disgraced after dropping out of nursing school. Another story waiting to be told…

    Florence was a journalist and a brilliant writer. Now she lives a quiet life in the country with her horses and dogs.

    Two new (to me) butterflies caught the camera this week.

    Around here, during these hot “dog days”, we feel very fortunate to have Weedy and Eddy keeping us smiling through the sweat.

    This evening, we are hoping the clouds will provide some rain overnight. The extreme heat should break in a couple of days, if the forecast is right.

    Be safe, be well, be grateful for every day, even the hot ones. Slava Ukraini! Pray for a miracle… Peace.

  • Memories – August 12

    On Sunday, Laura Kraut, age 59 (and a grandmother of two) WON the Rolex Grand Prix of Dublin with Bisquetta, the only clear round of 38 horses. Here is coverage from The Chronicle of the Horse, though I am not sure if it will work as an embedded item…

    News of Laura’s victory elicited many memories in this old lady. In 1971, at age 16, I went (alone!) to Ireland and attended the Dublin Horse Show. That summer is a story waiting to be recorded, but suffice it to say that the Dublin Horse Show is a very big deal.

    In 1989, showing in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, we saw an upcoming young rider from the east, named Laura Kent. She was riding for Rodney Bross, and she was a real talent and an inspiration to watch.

    Laura ended up marrying Bob Kraut, and they lived in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin, a strange epicenter of jumping horses in a somewhat remote location in the midwest. She continued to be a phenomenal rider.

    In 1990, in Tennessee, Laura Kraut intersected with Geoff Sutton and Simba Run. The Chronicle tells that story best, if this embedding works!

    We watched that first ride with Laura and Simba Run, and followed their stratospheric partnership.

    In the mid 90s, Laura was at St. Louis, when the St. Louis National was held at Queeny Park. She was always interested in horses that were for sale, and we brought our young horse, Jesuit (Jesse) over to the show grounds for her to try. She loved him. We were over the moon, and delivered him to Oconomowoc two weeks later. Alas, he failed her vet check, and returned to us. But that is part of yet another story…

    Now, we had a “relationship” with Laura Kraut, and she rode our young horses in the International Jumper Derby. All the effort and the money was worth it, for pictures that hang on the wall to this day in our tack room. Laura’s life has moved on from midwestern United States to The Netherlands, and a new life partner in Nick Skelton, but she remains here in our memories and the tales we tell of one of our great good fortunes.

    In addition to being one of the best riders in the world, Laura is also one of the nicest, humble and kind people we have ever known. She truly loves the horses, and we are thrilled that she has added Dublin to her long list of accolades.

    Be safe, be well, be kind, be like Laura. Wear your helmet. Slava Ukraini! Peace…