I heard that Get Stormy passed away, and I’ve been sitting here staring at a screen, speechless, for about fifteen minutes.
I loved this horse. I will never forget the first time I saw him. I was at Keeneland, one of the rare days I was just there to spectate, not take photos. We were hanging out at the paddock, and the horse closest to me was just mesmerizing. Had the coloring of a Clydesdale. He just drew every eye right to him. He was one of the most stunning horses I’ve ever seen.
He won that day, and I followed his every move after that. He was a Keeneland regular, to the point I went back to the barns to visit him a few times, and got to chat with Tom Bush and Javier Cabrera, his exercise rider. They were so proud of him.
I took hundreds of photos of him. Crestwood Farm was one of my last stops before I left Kentucky. I cheered my guts out for Got Stormy when I got to see her race.
I can’t believe I’ll never get to see him again.









