As Easter week wraps up, the mountains glow with renewal and light. Spring unfolds in gentle layers — a season of fresh starts, soft color,

Between pet‑sitting visits today, I came across a herd of antelope moving across the southern Colorado fields .

Spring Collection of 2026

From ranch roots to rodeo royalty, from caregiving to photography,every chapter shaped me. This is my evolving chapter.

Mid‑February’s shifting snow, wind, and light reveal the Wet Mountain Valley in its raw, changing beauty.

A sunrise found me this morning—brief, bright, and gone. A reminder that even in transition, beauty still calls me outside.

From rodeo roots to pet sitting and photography, every chapter was destiny unfolding. This is my finale — my arrival, my golden hour.

Winter hush over the Sangre de Cristo Mountains—Westcliffe wrapped in snow, silence, and cobalt sky.

A fresh blanket of snow turned the Wet Mountain Valley into a quiet, frosted landscape — winter magic for Trusty’s Golden Hour (TGH).

The Roads that led me back to myself

New Year, New Vibe!

I left the ranch with dust on my boots and tradition in my bones, stepping into a world that felt like another language. California greeted me with warm ocean air, palm trees swaying overhead, and a rhythm that moved faster and brighter than anything I’d known. I lived with Uncle John and my little cousins, nannying while quietly learning who I was becoming. He was the one who showed me the coastline—long drives up Highway 1, the cliffs of Big Sur, the quiet beauty of Montere

Rooted in my truth, stepping into a year where my work lights up the sky. This is my roar. #RootedAndRising #ThisIsMyRoar #TrustysGoldenHour #NewYearNewFire #LightUpTheSky

Here’s a photo of me from 1984—cowboy hat tilted just right, sash across my chest, and a quiet kind of pride in my eyes. I rode only one year, but that moment with Ajax, my white horse, still echoes. He carried me through more than a competition. I found other ways to lead. More ribbons came later—earned with my dog, Shiloh and rabbits with markings as unique as their spirits. Those years taught me how to listen, how to guide, and how to show up with quiet strength. I learn

Somewhere between one job and the next, I found myself pulled over on a quiet stretch of Colorado highway. The kind of road that hums with memory—yellow lines leading straight into the heart of the Sangre de Cristos, snow still clinging to the peaks like a whispered promise. I stepped out, Canon in hand, and took the shot from the road’s perspective. Not just to capture the view, but to honor the feeling: that liminal space where work pauses and wonder begins. That’s where Tr

On this longest night, may the stillness of winter settle gently around you. May the quiet footsteps of the deer remind you of the wisdom carried by those who walked before you. May the earth beneath the snow hold you steady, grounding you in what is true and ancient. And as the light slowly returns, may you feel your own strength rising with it—soft, steady, and sure. Winter Solstice Blessings. #WinterSolstice #SolsticeBlessings #Grounding #NatureWisdom #DeerMedicine #An

I’ve taken a couple of days to simply relax with my crew—Whiskey, my boxer dog; Willow, my Siamese queen; Pretty Kitty, the American wirehair stray who chose home; and Viper, our sleek house panther who decided that inside life is better than roaming. Each of them carries their own story, and together they remind me of the rhythm of care and companionship. Today is about grounding—enjoying the wind, the earth, and the quiet moments before I step into a week-long pet sitting j

My story begins in Colorado, where my dad Buck was already known for his rodeo days and his gift with horses. By the time I was born, he had retired from rodeo, but his name carried weight in Westcliffe, where he grew up ranching and riding. There’s a photo of me as a toddler on the back of one of his freshly trained horses. Buck believed every horse he broke should be safe enough for his own baby to ride. That’s how my life began: in the saddle, held by the hands of a man w