I have been driving myself to seek all things outdoors and capturing images of the creatures that inhabit Northwest Florida. I find the pursuit to be innocent and deliberate. There is no malice in my pursuit. My love of animals is reflecteded in how not only how I perceive them, but how they perceive me.
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My Encounter with Wild Bobcats at St Marks FL NWR | | | | http://www.flickr.com/photos/cathy_hennessy/sets/72157628628720915/ | |
I grew up finding ways to be with and around all kinds of creatures. As a kid, salamanders, frogs and snakes were my delights. The animals just got bigger, and horses overwhelmed everything.
I bought my own first horse by babysitting the neighbor's kids. .50 cents an hour and I saved $300 before I turned 12 years old!!
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My first horse - Candy |
I seem to have the ability to create environments where animals thrive. My 31 year old Paint stallion that I became a partner with when he was 18 months old, died just a few weeks before Christmas 2011.
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Preacher's Jet Bar - 4th Level Dressage | | | | | | | | |
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Many human relationships could envy the time and wonder we had together. I hope there is a heaven where we can be together again and fly across the clouds as one. I miss you and love you PJ!
I retired in 2004 and moved to Florida after 30 years in law enforcement. A respectable career which offered me a way to retire at a younger age and then pursue a secondary life. Believe me, you do NOT want cops on the beat or in investigation after 25 or 30 years!!
I worked against all odds a good part of my life, and when I found law enforcement to be a career of choice in the '70's - you can imagine nearly everyone's reaction - "Well - you have to be a man!"
NOT really!
After a chapter of my life that may be revealed, that involves running away from Augsburg College in Mpls and landing in LA, CA where I received an Associates Degree in Criminal Justice from Los Angeles Valley College (while working at Universal Studios); I ended up back in Minnesota.
I dunno. Most times our decisions are based on money or love as to where we eventually end up. At that time I couldn't get hired by LAPD because I was too short! You had to be 5'10" and have 20/25 vision.
LA Sheriff's Office offered me a job, when I turned 21 (about 11 months) and guaranteed I would serve a minimun of 4 years in the LA Jail before ever getting a chance to move to a subdivision or patrol.
I had broken up with a boy friend, had the insight of a 20 yr old, and packed my faltering car, 2 cats and moved back to Minnesota.
Part of this reminiscence tonight has to do with an encounter I had with what we in LE call DOT.cops. You know here in FL - the uniformed guys out there catching the over- weight and under slept truckers??
Well, apparently now since I am sure our goof- ball, screw State- worker Governor Scott has thrown a scare at the lazy DOT.cops, they have decided to be the new freeway speed enforcers!!
Just what we need - more revenuers!
I was moving with traffic on a rural section of a divided freeway, rather imperatively trying to get a to a medical supply that was only available in Fort Walton, from Milton, FL. After days of hauling camera gear on miles of trails .my pinched nerves in my back were leading me to another round of bed rest and I found a traction device that alleged it would help to alleviate some of the back pressure.
DOT cop was in the median. I guess the car on my bumper was the smart driver since he was tail- gating me. DOT cop must have been in ticket heaven. Even though I did let him know I was retired LE after 28+ years, it appears that DOT cops really don't share the same concerns and camaraderie that real blue cops hold.
I worked way too many nights with only two or three other single officer cars on patrol when serious trouble could happen. There were a number of times in my 28 years where off-duty or retired police or firefighters bailed my ass out of a jam or at least helped me manage a situation.
I'll never beg a cop to be given a break for speeding on a freeway. It's a God Damned FREEWAY! Let's get the revenuing off the rural freeways!! However I do sometimes find it hard to justify the fact that these single, out there on their own LE people, might just need my trained, (licensed) armed help in the future. They too will be retired one day and will find that their driving behavior which they were tirelessly trained to perform and were allowed to perform nearly without discretion, will become an unforgiving liability that the new street uniforms will make criminal.
The sad part of being a retired cop is that basically you are nobody.
Cathy