SJ Originals

SJ Originals Visionary • Metis • Photographer • Western Lifestyle • Storyteller

As a self taught photographer I love to share my creativity and visions with others ~ Every time I pick up my camera I strive to capture things as I see them. With my original ideas I hope to produce quality images with a creative twist ~ that stand alone in their uniqueness.

I hope the world remembers what it is capable of.And that nothing is more powerful than working together.
06/16/2026

I hope the world remembers what it is capable of.

And that nothing is more powerful than working together.

There’s a kind of silence that only happens at the end of a story.A silence that feels like it’s made of every moment th...
06/09/2026

There’s a kind of silence that only happens at the end of a story.

A silence that feels like it’s made of every moment that ever mattered.

Every beginning, every triumph, every soft, ordinary day in between.

Where you can feel every year that has passed by.

It's strange and its beautiful how a lifetime can gather itself into one small moment.

Some endings come softly.

When the halter came undone it wasn't just a release, it was remembrance.

It was gratitude.

It was the honoring of a legacy.

And when that buckle slipped free, it wasn’t leather he was letting go of.

Not just a partner, not just a chapter.

But the very spark of a dream that grew into a life’s work.

There’s a kind of silence at the end of a story and in that silence,
you can hear everything:

The recognition.
The ache.
The legacy that will outlive them both.

Some goodbyes aren’t endings at all.

Because in that last unspoken moment, love did what it always does.

It set him free.

There’s a kind of magic that happens on a branding day.The kind that you can’t quite teach, only grow up inside of.Neigh...
06/01/2026

There’s a kind of magic that happens on a branding day.

The kind that you can’t quite teach, only grow up inside of.

Neighbors, friends, and every generation in between moving seemlessly together.

No one needs to speak.

The work flows through nods, glances, the soft language of trust built over years.

Kids learning beside grandparents, old hands guiding young ones, and the circle keeps turning just the way it should.

You can see it in the way people step in, step back, lift, steady, help, as if the whole crew shares one mind and one purpose.

This is more than a job.

It’s a way of living that keeps us grounded.

Keeps us connected.

Keeps us free.

You can feel the bonds in the air.

In the laughter.

And without needing a single word.

This lifestyle still survives.

Because people show up for one another.

There’s a brand‑new cowgirl in this world.Small in size, but already carrying the kind of strength only the West can tea...
05/18/2026

There’s a brand‑new cowgirl in this world.

Small in size, but already carrying the kind of strength only the West can teach.

Cowgirls aren’t just raised.

They’re shaped by love, grit, hard work and the gentle wisdom of horses.

And this little one will grow up knowing the warmth of a muzzle against her cheek, the trust of a good horse, and the quiet courage to take on the this world.

May she grow bold, kind, and unafraid of the trail ahead.

May she always find freedom in the saddle.

Wisdom in the wind.

And comfort in the western way of life.

Here’s to the tiniest cowgirl.

Already strong.
Already loved.
Already part of a story bigger than herself.

He kneels where the earth still remembers every footstep of those who danced before him.He crouches not in weakness, but...
04/30/2026

He kneels where the earth still remembers every footstep of those who danced before him.

He crouches not in weakness, but to listen.

To feel the heartbeat of the land.

The grass bends, the wind listens, and the blue‑eyed horse stands guard like a spirit who has walked through many worlds.

In this sacred moment, warrior and guardian breathe as one.

And the warrior gathers his fire.

In this breath suspended between what was and what is, he remembers.

The spirit steadies, the heartbeat sharpens.

May we all move through this world with such purpose.

Allowing ourselves to find the stillness that reveals our strength.

Rooted in remembering the ones who walked before us.

Guided by the visions that come from within.

Unafraid to let our spirit speak.

In the thunderborn language of the warrior.

Every picture tells a story.A story I see.I capture.And then I share.My heart has very much been missing this.The moment...
04/28/2026

Every picture tells a story.

A story I see.

I capture.

And then I share.

My heart has very much been missing this.

The moments I witness.

The connections I see.

The energy.

The tales only life can tell.

I am craving to get back to my old ways.

To tell stories of horses, people, life, love, adventure and the things only my camera can hold.

My books are now open for this season of sunshine.

I would love to be your photographer.

One hour sessions begin at just $400.

04/24/2026

Sharing my love of horses with my niece is one of those rare gifts.

Where joy becomes generational.

I realized that it’s not just about teaching her how to ride or how to brush a mane.

It’s about giving her access to a world where patience, gentleness, and courage live in every heartbeat of a horse.

Horses teach us a kind of happiness that isn’t loud.

It’s the happiness of trust earned slowly, of breathing in rhythm with another being, of learning that strength and softness can live in the same place.

My intention in sharing my favorite parts of this world with my niece, isn’t about just introducing her to a hobby.

I am giving her an outlet to understand herself.

One day, I hope she remembers the way I placed her hand on a warm neck, the way I showed her how to listen before asking.

I hope she remembers the way she smiled when she took her first brave step.

I want these memories to become part of her inner compass.

My mom introduced me to the world of horses.

She introduced me to her happiness.

And perhaps in sharing these experiences myself I have come to a greater realization, the most beautiful part:

That happiness isn’t something we chase.

It’s something we pass on.

I hope that she holds on to the wonder, the confidence, and the connection to something larger than us.

And I hope it makes her happy.

04/17/2026

Here’s your daily reminder:

You make a difference just by being here.

Seriously, you matter. Yes you do.

Even on the days you live in your sweatpants.

Or forget to water your plants.

Realize that you are a walking, talking plot twist the world didn’t see coming.

So go find your reason.

Follow your fun.

Bring your flavor.

Share your kindness.

And let’s save the world one joyful human step at a time.

I’ve been anxiously awaiting this moment. When we finally shift into forward motion. Releasing the stagnancy of the past...
02/18/2026

I’ve been anxiously awaiting this moment.

When we finally shift into forward motion.

Releasing the stagnancy of the past.

To literally blaze a new path.

The year of the fire horse.

I have been longing for the magic, the movement and the truth.

Where we start listening to our instincts and honouring what makes us feel alive.

Where we reclaim our freedom.

Where we trust our inner fire to forge the path ahead.

It’s the year our authentic power gets to shine.

Our courage gets to be unleashed.

This is the year our wildest dreams get to take center stage.

When we allow our spirits to roam without the limiting beliefs of before.

This is the year that reminds us that freedom begins within.

That we are allowed to change directions.

To follow new desires.

And to leave behind what no longer feels aligned.

This is the year we break free.

It is the turning of a page.Into a new age.Where we come face to face with the dark.The dark out there and in here.We fa...
02/02/2026

It is the turning of a page.

Into a new age.

Where we come face to face with the dark.

The dark out there and in here.

We face it. Acknowledge it.

We feel it.

It is a time in the world where everything will change.

And it is up to us to decide what that will look like.

Do we choose to continue on in familiar patterns and continue to give our power away.

Or do we take this immense opportunity to dream a new way of being into existence.

Do we stand up? Do we rise?

Do we choose a path that leads straight to freedom?

The light is rising.

It has been for some time.

So we could really see.

See the darkness for what it is.

So that we can say no more.

And choose a better way of existing.

The dark has risen because the light is that bright.

Because its now.

Its time.

To see through the dark, the division, the pain.

And choose not to dismantle the old world, but to allow it to fall.

And to take the light, the lessons and whats true.

And build a world anew.

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