who i am
i’m the one who draws the horses. that’s it, really. i run this website, this project, and sometimes make a mess of both. if you need to reach me, the contact page exists for that reason alone.
comments
if you leave a comment (somehow, somewhere), i might collect the data shown in the form, as well as your ip address and browser fingerprint — all the usual ghost-trail stuff the internet loves. i don’t do anything weird with it.
media
if you upload images (unlikely, but let’s pretend), try not to include embedded location data (exif gps). some curious people might dig through it and find your horse.
cookies
this site might use cookies — both the digital kind and, in spirit, the kind that remind me of a mare i know named cookie. she is stubborn but fair. i also know a stallion named jam (easily startled) and bella, who still refuses to acknowledge the concept of doors. none of them help run the website, but their energy is felt.
the digital cookies help improve your browsing experience and may involve third-party tools like google analytics. that means some anonymous things (like what you click on or which page you ignore completely) might end up in a graph somewhere. not by me, but by a digital herd of horses galloping through data fields. you can accept or decline — just like in life.
embedded content from other websites
i usually avoid embedding content from other places — no iframes spying on you here. but on the rare occasion something sneaks in, it behaves as if you’ve visited that other site. which is awkward, i know.
who we share your data with
no one. not even Jam-the-horse. unless the law tells me i have to, and even then, i’ll sulk about it.
how long we retain your data
i don’t keep data longer than necessary. i’m just one person running this thing — no secret servers, no dusty databases. if you ask me to delete your info, i’ll do it quicker than a startled foal bolts at a falling leaf.
what rights you have over your data
you have the right to know what i’ve got on you, and to ask me to delete it. i’ll do so without asking awkward questions or sending passive-aggressive emails. just ask.
where your data is sent
maybe nowhere. maybe to my email inbox, if you use the contact form. otherwise, i don’t shuttle your data across the globe like a travelling circus.
this privacy policy was written recently — definitely in spring of this year. no one knows the exact date, but the daffodils were out.