Jennifer Selbrede Photography

Jennifer Selbrede Photography Just my view of the world. Plain and simple.

I will forever by thankful to Kurtis Coady for inviting me to part of his Derby team of photographers.  There are some a...
06/06/2026

I will forever by thankful to Kurtis Coady for inviting me to part of his Derby team of photographers. There are some amazing people out there for the entire week and especially on Oaks and Derby Day. And others who are trackside all year, traveling the country.

Some people may not realize that there are multiple days of racing during Derby week (and afterwards) with multiple races each day. The Oaks and the Derby get most of the attention of course, but the undercard races are also important in the thoroughbred racing community.

The turf races are some of my favorites. The dirt track is below me, so I stand about 2.5 feet above the actual track. But during the turf races, I am on the same level of ground as the racers albeit on a step stool. When the horses fly by I am able to feel their power come up from the ground and through my feet and rise inside of me. It is akin to a drumbeat echoing in my chest.

This year's Old Forester Turf Classic did not disappoint. The temperature was in the 50s. The sky was that bright color of blue that is indicative of cold temps aloft. Cotton ball clouds slowly made their way across the sky as if they wanted to view this incredible event. I was layered up in a sweater and hoodie, and my Coady cap ready to experience the thunder that only a horse on turf can create.

Equine athlete "Rhetorical" swept passed me as jockey Irad Ortiz, Jr. pointed in victory toward the stands. I am sure the crowd roared, but all I heard was hoofbeats resounding in my ears. I swear the meter of his footfalls on the grass altered the rhythm of my own heart like an earthquake can change the course of a river.

As a woman of a certain age and experience, I can tell you without uncertainty, that time around horses, whether they be those who race or herd cattle or pull a carriage or are your best backyard buddy, will change your life. They are transformative. If you are lucky enough to spend any amount of time with them, my wish is that you allow them to enter your heart. lt will invigorate you.

I will never tire of days such as these.

Last year was a tough year.  Although too many moments were trying - stressful, heartbreaking, challenging - there were ...
01/11/2026

Last year was a tough year. Although too many moments were trying - stressful, heartbreaking, challenging - there were also moments of joy, happiness, and relief. I didn’t find (make) much time to get out and photograph for myself, although the events that I photographed as a volunteer were wonderful.

You all know how I feel about New Year’s resolutions. Not for me. What is for me this year is taking time to take care of myself and relearning how to fit the things I love into a busy life.

Heck, let me just call it by its name: depression is lousy. It can sneak up on you like a cougar. You can juggle just so many balls until there are to many to comprehend let alone catch. Ask for help, but realize that not everyone will hear you. Not everyone can play catch. Not everyone is willing to play catch Talking to my doctor was the hardest but smartest thing I did all year. And he heard me with great compassion.

This wasn’t what I intended my post to be, but now my pet elephant has a name.

Moving on - because that is what I need to do.

This week I ventured up to Seymour, Indiana to photograph the sandhill cranes again. My nephew Mack joined me as did my Cracker Jack assistant, all around good guy, and my groom of over 40 years, Bob. I so wanted him to experience the awe and wonder of these magnificent creatures. The weather was unseasonably warm much to our happiness. At one point we were witness to a fly by of wave after wave of flocks coming into the fields for the day. So many birds that they were impossible to count.

Two days later I stopped again with Mack and a new to me lens. Seriously, we had to test it out. I’d say it passed.

This is a reminder to all of you to get out there and spread your wings. Don’t let the stressors of life push you so far into a corner that it seems like the door to fresh air is a million miles away. Get your checkups. Find your people. Love the ones you’re with and those who live far away. And don’t fear asking for a hug. You might get a good one!

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