Kate Kosnoff Creative

Kate Kosnoff Creative Indianapolis senior portrait and family photographer authentically capturing the milestones & memories of the people you love most.

H.A.G.H.G.S! (Have a good horse girl summer ☀️🐴)
06/22/2026

H.A.G.H.G.S! (Have a good horse girl summer ☀️🐴)

So far, 2026 has been the year the equestrian lifestyle grows beyond the confines of barn aisles and into mainstream fas...
05/13/2026

So far, 2026 has been the year the equestrian lifestyle grows beyond the confines of barn aisles and into mainstream fashion, interior design, and travel. For those of us who have accepted the “weird horse girl” moniker for many years, it’s so exciting to see the rest of the world embracing what we’ve always known: horses are cool!

Maybe that’s why now feels like the right time to release a body of work I’ve been sitting on for nearly an entire year, after a solo riding trip to Italy. I hope these images feel grounded and maybe even a little nostalgic, or like bringing a piece of the outdoors in. They’re for anyone who wants their home to feel warm and connected to nature.

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This day is for the MUTHAS 😘
05/10/2026

This day is for the MUTHAS 😘

Oh hi! It’s my face, something I used to show here a lot but haven’t much since I stopped riding. And those frames hangi...
05/05/2026

Oh hi! It’s my face, something I used to show here a lot but haven’t much since I stopped riding. And those frames hanging just behind me? That’s my art. Me & some things I made that are launching next week.

Showing up can be vulnerable, and showing up with a new creative project and asking the world to receive it feels a wee bit like a humiliation ritual. I would maybe rather stand naked in front of a room full of people. (Not really, but I’m trying to make a point.) If you’ve started a business, made a career shift, launched a big project after months of working on it, or have ever done something ever so slightly intimidating, you know the feeling.

I can’t snap my fingers and wake up tomorrow with an established photography career, a well-padded savings account, and a barn full of saintly adult hunters. Wouldn’t that be magical! But I can be courageous and smile really big for the camera and believe that everything will be okay because it will be. I went to Italy to ride horses for a week and then the photos I took there sat for a year but now they’re seeing the light of day. That is a version of success in its own way, just as I hope the print collection launch will be a “success”. I will celebrate it and learn from it, whatever it may look like. And then I will be brave and creative all over again.

My fiancé cleverly delivered my Christmas gift in the form of a scavenger hunt around our house. The first item I locate...
04/28/2026

My fiancé cleverly delivered my Christmas gift in the form of a scavenger hunt around our house. The first item I located was a Budweiser tall boy tucked into the fridge; the second, a National Parks magazine; and the third, a new ornament hiding in plain sight on the tree—rosy-cheeked Santa in an airplane. I put on my Sherlock Holmes cap and decided those clues could only mean one thing: we were taking a trip to Clydesdale Outpost in Whitefish, Montana.

Almost every window of our cozy cabin looked out onto the horses (how cute is that little fireplace!). We had cuddle time with the foals, and saw bald eagles dotting the sky on the daily and a pair of moose on the side of the road at Glacier National Park. It was my first time visiting Montana, but it certainly won’t be the last—it really is something else out there

When I arrived well after dark at the farmhouse & horse stable in Rendola after nearly 24 hours of international travel—...
04/17/2026

When I arrived well after dark at the farmhouse & horse stable in Rendola after nearly 24 hours of international travel—including a delayed connection in Frankfurt and missing the 6:19 train from Florence I was vaguely instructed to take—I hoped to encounter a gaggle of British ladies of varying middle ages. There’s an inherent risk when booking yourself on a group trip; you just don’t know who you’ll be spending your time with. Instead, I stepped into a quiet dining room to find just one other guest enjoying the remnants of a very late dinner (god, these Europeans).

I traveled solo to Italy last spring, sleeping in a 400-year-old farmhouse where our tiny group set out each day, criss-...
04/14/2026

I traveled solo to Italy last spring, sleeping in a 400-year-old farmhouse where our tiny group set out each day, criss-crossing the surrounding hills and valleys on horseback.

It was a slightly precarious time to be there; my senior horse had passed away just a few weeks before, and yet there I was, taking in the beautiful patchwork of Tuscany through a different set of ears, trying to work through so many big feelings.

Over the past year, I’ve found myself returning to these images, drawn to their warmth, colors and flavors (oh, the olives!). Captured in and out of the saddle, they’ve become a bit more than just a memory of a trip.

The Tuscan Farm fine art collection arrives next month, finally ready to live somewhere beyond my camera roll (and maybe on your walls).

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