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William H. Macy Instagram - Goodbye Shameless. End of an era. Finale this Sunday on Showtime.
William H. Macy Instagram - Visiting my daughter Georgia. Snow in Central Park. Does it get any better than this?
William H. Macy Instagram - I just got an Emmy nomination! It brought home what an amazing experience we all had. I’d almost gotten over the hole in my heart where the cast and crew had lived for 11 years, and now I miss them all anew. Forever Shameless!
William H. Macy Instagram - Our girls are growing up.
William H. Macy Instagram - After the FARGO gig at the Warner Theater, I stopped in front of our house.
William H. Macy Instagram - I did. How about you?
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William H. Macy Instagram - I wore this Montblanc to the Emmy’s. I’m so crazy about it, I’m hoping they’ll make a trade for my bike. @montblanc
William H. Macy Instagram - Thank you @anticonoe one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had in my whole mouth.
William H. Macy Instagram - Hey folks, if you are in Colorado and any where near Basalt, I’m playing some new songs I wrote on uke at the Woody Creek Distillery (60 Sunset Dr. Basalt, CO 81621) this Wednesday through Saturday at 6:30pm. Come by and listen and bend an elbow at the fabulous bar.
William H. Macy Instagram - It’s impossible to imagine Hollywood without writers. You’d need a writer to describe it. Photo taken by @j.w.hendricks
William H. Macy Instagram - I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern
William H. Macy Instagram - I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern
William H. Macy Instagram - I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern
William H. Macy Instagram - I saw THE HILLS OF CALIFORNIA last night in London. Stunning theater. @haroldpintertheatre
William H. Macy Instagram - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
William H. Macy Instagram - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
William H. Macy Instagram - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
William H. Macy Instagram - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
William H. Macy Instagram - We’re back. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - My dog “Gus” in Woody Creek, CO.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
William H. Macy Instagram - The view from the top of the world. April fools! We’re in a photo booth in Weehawken.
William H. Macy Instagram - Hey folks! I was at the reopening of The Boathouse in Central Park. It’s magnificent. And Woody Creek Distillers is their official bourbon. Order an old fashion! @woodycreekdistillers @nycboathouse PC: @asphotonyc
William H. Macy Instagram - Check this out! Turns out I do know a thing or two about spirits. Link: https://mlaspen.com/william-h-macy-cover-story-interview
William H. Macy Instagram - After the finale tonight, make sure to join us at Gallagherhouse.com
William H. Macy Instagram - Off to “Access Daily” in support of Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes! @accesshollywood
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Hey folks, Fargo (the film) turns 25 on March 8th. This is a well done account of the making of the film, written by Todd Melby @toddmelby Enjoy! - Bill #fargomovie
William H. Macy Instagram - I love London, yeah yeah yeah.
William H. Macy Instagram - Shopping advice.
William H. Macy Instagram - It’s #SpiritDay! Go purple now to take a stand against bullying and to support LGBTQ youth. http://glaad.org/spiritday
William H. Macy Instagram - And here’s “Lola” in Woody Creek, CO.
William H. Macy Instagram - Check out my cover story in the latest issue of @hauteliving ! Link in bio
William H. Macy Instagram - Holy moly! I saw coverage of the former president at a rally. He’s air dicking like crazy! I don’t think he knows! RICKY STANICKY @primevideo
William H. Macy Instagram - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
William H. Macy Instagram - Happy Negroni Week! @woodycreekdistillers
William H. Macy Instagram - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
William H. Macy Instagram - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
William H. Macy Instagram - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
William H. Macy Instagram - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
William H. Macy Instagram - Join us for a special spirits tasting with me and Master Distiller David Matthews of Woody Creek Distillers! Featuring Bourbon Whiskey and Rye Whiskey from @woodycreekdistillers ! Thursday, 6/9 at 4pm PST / 7pm EST. Sign up and buy the spirits at wine.com/experiences
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - The former President seems to air dick a lot at his rallies. He air dicks his supporters as he walks out. Seriously, someone should tell him. RICKY STANICKY @primevideo
William H. Macy Instagram - Do you folks know about Homeless Not Toothless? The fellow on the left is Dr. Jay Grossman, my Dentist. He treats Homeless folks for free. It changes their lives. Ms. Stone has been supporting the organization for years. Giving Tuesday is coming up so please consider helping. Happy Holidays everyone.
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - There he is again! Air dicking! Do you think he knows? RICKY STANICKY @primevideo
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William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
William H. Macy Instagram - I’ll be at Gold Eagle in Chicago on November 2 from 5-7pm doing a bottle signing! If you haven’t tasted Woody Creek Distillers 100% Rye whiskey…you haven’t lived.
William H. Macy Instagram - This is where we got married. All those years ago.
William H. Macy Instagram - I’m this week’s guest on “Bookish with Sonya Walger.” Join us over at Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts to learn what five books have shaped my life the most. @bookishwithsonya @sonyawalgerofficial
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William H. Macy Instagram - Did you check out last night’s episode? Christian was scared. I was just pretending. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Did you check out last night’s episode? Christian was scared. I was just pretending. #Shameless
William H. Macy Instagram - Oh what wonderful snow we’ve had in the Rockies.
William H. Macy Instagram - To check out my new interview about ukuleles, click the link in my bio or go to SFgate.com and search William H. Macy. It’ll be the first article to pop up!
William H. Macy Instagram - To check out my new interview about ukuleles, click the link in my bio or go to SFgate.com and search William H. Macy. It’ll be the first article to pop up!
William H. Macy Instagram - On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions - two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.
William H. Macy Instagram - On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions - two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.
William H. Macy Instagram - On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions - two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.
William H. Macy - 293.1K Likes - Goodbye Shameless. End of an era. Finale this Sunday on Showtime.

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Caption : Goodbye Shameless. End of an era. Finale this Sunday on Showtime.
Likes : 293057William H. Macy - 213.3K Likes - Visiting my daughter Georgia. Snow in Central Park. Does it get any better than this?

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Caption : Visiting my daughter Georgia. Snow in Central Park. Does it get any better than this?
Likes : 213262William H. Macy - 175K Likes - I just got an Emmy nomination! It brought home what an amazing experience we all had. I’d almost gotten over the hole in my heart where the cast and crew had lived for 11 years, and now I miss them all anew. Forever Shameless!

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Caption : I just got an Emmy nomination! It brought home what an amazing experience we all had. I’d almost gotten over the hole in my heart where the cast and crew had lived for 11 years, and now I miss them all anew. Forever Shameless!
Likes : 174980William H. Macy - 121.7K Likes - Our girls are growing up.

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Caption : Our girls are growing up.
Likes : 121661William H. Macy - 108.9K Likes - After the FARGO gig at the Warner Theater, I stopped in front of our house.

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Caption : After the FARGO gig at the Warner Theater, I stopped in front of our house.
Likes : 108895William H. Macy - 103.9K Likes - I did. How about you?

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Caption : I did. How about you?
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Likes : 100359William H. Macy - 94.7K Likes - I wore this Montblanc to the Emmy’s. I’m so crazy about it, I’m hoping they’ll make a trade for my bike. @montblanc

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Caption : I wore this Montblanc to the Emmy’s. I’m so crazy about it, I’m hoping they’ll make a trade for my bike. @montblanc
Likes : 94702William H. Macy - 92.3K Likes - Thank you @anticonoe one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had in my whole mouth.

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Caption : Thank you @anticonoe one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had in my whole mouth.
Likes : 92308William H. Macy - 87.2K Likes - Hey folks, if you are in Colorado and any where near Basalt, I’m playing some new songs I wrote on uke at the Woody Creek Distillery (60 Sunset Dr. Basalt, CO 81621) this Wednesday through Saturday at 6:30pm. Come by and listen and bend an elbow at the fabulous bar.

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Caption : Hey folks, if you are in Colorado and any where near Basalt, I’m playing some new songs I wrote on uke at the Woody Creek Distillery (60 Sunset Dr. Basalt, CO 81621) this Wednesday through Saturday at 6:30pm. Come by and listen and bend an elbow at the fabulous bar.
Likes : 87214William H. Macy - 86.8K Likes - It’s impossible to imagine Hollywood without writers. You’d need a writer to describe it. Photo taken by @j.w.hendricks

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Caption : It’s impossible to imagine Hollywood without writers. You’d need a writer to describe it. Photo taken by @j.w.hendricks
Likes : 86752William H. Macy - 84.7K Likes - I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern

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Caption : I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern
Likes : 84730William H. Macy - 84.7K Likes - I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern

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Caption : I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern
Likes : 84730William H. Macy - 84.7K Likes - I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern

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Caption : I was in New York a few weeks ago doing a gig for Woody Creek Distillers and I sat down with Clay Risen at Ploume to talk about all things Whiskey. Clay has written a wonderful book about Rye whiskey that I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the history of the spirit. I was there with all my pals from Woody Creek Distillery and we had a rockin’ time of it. Saw some plays and had a gas in the big Apple. I was also interviewed by Adam Morganstern for Forbes.com. He later documented my impromptu ukulele performance in Times Square. @woodycreekdistillers @ploumebar @adammorganstern
Likes : 84730William H. Macy - 74.3K Likes - I saw THE HILLS OF CALIFORNIA last night in London. Stunning theater. @haroldpintertheatre

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Caption : I saw THE HILLS OF CALIFORNIA last night in London. Stunning theater. @haroldpintertheatre
Likes : 74272William H. Macy - 60.9K Likes - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill

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Caption : The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
Likes : 60906William H. Macy - 60.9K Likes - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill

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Caption : The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
Likes : 60906William H. Macy - 60.9K Likes - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill

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Caption : The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
Likes : 60906William H. Macy - 60.9K Likes - The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill

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Caption : The first time I ever spoke to Felicity Huffman, she told me about a trip she had taken with her mom, sister and brother to Kenya. They rode horses across the Maasai Mara on safari for ten days and she told me amazing stories about lions and crocodiles and elephants. Last year, my wife took our daughters, along with her brother and a couple nephews, on the same trip. The day they returned we sat on our back porch in LA as they fought their way through the fog of jet lag and told amazing stories of lions and crocodiles and elephants. Without fanfare, Flicka picked up her phone and called the safari company (Off Beat Riding Safaris) and made reservations for this summer, and she looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Billy”. My daughters looked at me and said, “You’re coming, Dad”. Now I’m not a horse guy, and I have a pretty serious allergy to horses – at least that’s been my story and I’ve stuck by it, but my whole family was united that I was going on safari. So, this past May I started taking riding lessons. I guess I had twenty or twenty-five lessons in total. Some of them were fifty minutes but most were half an hour. And then June 23rd came around and I found myself in Kenya on a horse, and there were elephants beside me. And zebra and cape buffalo and lots of other scary shit, including lions, which I couldn’t see. We all took photographs constantly so I thought I’d share some of them with you, because it was a profound experience. More later. Bill
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Caption : We’re back. #Shameless
Likes : 60895William H. Macy - 60.9K Likes - My dog “Gus” in Woody Creek, CO.

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Caption : My dog “Gus” in Woody Creek, CO.
Likes : 60870William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 57.9K Likes - On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.

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Caption : On our first evening ride, after walking a good bit, Simon called out, “Shall we have a bit of a canter?”. Well I thought, this is what you practiced over twenty hours for, and off we went. I didn’t fall off. Actually, The Tractor turned out to have a competitive streak and I was passing horse after horse. Pretty freakin’ exhilarating, I gotta say. It’s hard to worry about your career when you’re galloping on a horse. When we got back, a long table was set with table cloth, napkins, silverware, wine glasses and candles. And then we had a magnificent meal, cooked over an open fire which included bread that was baked daily in a small metal box heated by the fire. They made pies and pastries in the thing also. We never had a meal that was anything less than gourmet. After the nightly campfire, Flicka and I crawled into our wumphy bed and listened to all manner of animals grunting and howling and barking. We had seen elephants with newborn babies and giraffes which are so much taller in real life, and two male lions lying around waiting for a lioness to make up her mind. This was the first day. We had eleven more before us.
Likes : 57853William H. Macy - 56.9K Likes - The view from the top of the world. April fools! We’re in a photo booth in Weehawken.

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Caption : The view from the top of the world. April fools! We’re in a photo booth in Weehawken.
Likes : 56932William H. Macy - 55.9K Likes - Hey folks! I was at the reopening of The Boathouse in Central Park. It’s magnificent. And Woody Creek Distillers is their official bourbon. Order an old fashion! @woodycreekdistillers @nycboathouse PC: @asphotonyc

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Caption : Hey folks! I was at the reopening of The Boathouse in Central Park. It’s magnificent. And Woody Creek Distillers is their official bourbon. Order an old fashion! @woodycreekdistillers @nycboathouse PC: @asphotonyc
Likes : 55894William H. Macy - 53.6K Likes - Check this out! Turns out I do know a thing or two about spirits. Link: https://mlaspen.com/william-h-macy-cover-story-interview

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Caption : Check this out! Turns out I do know a thing or two about spirits. Link: https://mlaspen.com/william-h-macy-cover-story-interview
Likes : 53629William H. Macy - 51.6K Likes - After the finale tonight, make sure to join us at Gallagherhouse.com

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Caption : After the finale tonight, make sure to join us at Gallagherhouse.com
Likes : 51610William H. Macy - 50.7K Likes - Off to “Access Daily” in support of Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes! @accesshollywood

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Caption : Off to “Access Daily” in support of Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes! @accesshollywood
Likes : 50687William H. Macy - 48.1K Likes - Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless
Likes : 48139William H. Macy - 48.1K Likes - Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless
Likes : 48139William H. Macy - 48.1K Likes - Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: These are the geniuses who ACTUALLY make the sausage. Picture 2: My final scene with Emmy. Picture 3: I couldn’t walk so I hid the ukulele under the covers. Last episode of the season airs tomorrow! #OnlyOnShowtime #Shameless
Likes : 48139William H. Macy - 47.9K Likes - Hey folks, Fargo (the film) turns 25 on March 8th. This is a well done account of the making of the film, written by Todd Melby @toddmelby Enjoy! - Bill #fargomovie

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Caption : Hey folks, Fargo (the film) turns 25 on March 8th. This is a well done account of the making of the film, written by Todd Melby @toddmelby Enjoy! – Bill #fargomovie
Likes : 47873William H. Macy - 47.4K Likes - I love London, yeah yeah yeah.

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Caption : I love London, yeah yeah yeah.
Likes : 47365William H. Macy - 45.7K Likes - Shopping advice.

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Caption : Shopping advice.
Likes : 45728William H. Macy - 44.3K Likes - It’s #SpiritDay! Go purple now to take a stand against bullying and to support LGBTQ youth. http://glaad.org/spiritday

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Caption : It’s #SpiritDay! Go purple now to take a stand against bullying and to support LGBTQ youth. http://glaad.org/spiritday
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Likes : 42481William H. Macy - 41.2K Likes - Check out my cover story in the latest issue of @hauteliving ! Link in bio

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Caption : Check out my cover story in the latest issue of @hauteliving ! Link in bio
Likes : 41195William H. Macy - 41.2K Likes - Holy moly! I saw coverage of the former president at a rally. He’s air dicking like crazy! I don’t think he knows! RICKY STANICKY @primevideo

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Caption : Holy moly! I saw coverage of the former president at a rally. He’s air dicking like crazy! I don’t think he knows! RICKY STANICKY @primevideo
Likes : 41169William H. Macy - 40.2K Likes - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : On this week’s episode of #Shameless…Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40176William H. Macy - 40.2K Likes - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : On this week’s episode of #Shameless…Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40176William H. Macy - 40.2K Likes - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : On this week’s episode of #Shameless…Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40176William H. Macy - 40.2K Likes - On this week’s episode of #Shameless...Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : On this week’s episode of #Shameless…Frank breaks his leg. Wait till you see it. It’s seriously gross. The guy talking to me in the third picture is Iain B. MacDonald. One of my favorite directors. When he’s sober, he’s awesome. #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40176William H. Macy - 40K Likes - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout…as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40043William H. Macy - 40K Likes - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout…as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40043William H. Macy - 40K Likes - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout…as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40043William H. Macy - 40K Likes - Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout...as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime

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Caption : Hello all you #Shameless people. Check this out! Two behind the scenes photos to start. The first one is us checking the script. We knew the lines. We just didn’t know who was supposed to say them. The second one is us all gathered together for a “Get Out The Vote” post. The third photo is me and Emmy in the bar. I always got a little extra charge when I got to do a scene with her. The last photo is me buying supplies for the blackout…as far as I can recollect. Catch the episode this Sunday! #OnlyOnShowtime
Likes : 40043William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
Likes : 39656William H. Macy - 39.7K Likes - Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.

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Caption : Our routine was to get up early (5:30 or 6:00) and have a coffee. After our morning ride we’d have a huge sumptuous breakfast. The staff would fill two basins of hot water, which sat on tripods outside our tents so we could wash our faces. Our horses were already tacked up and our morning ride would begin at about 7:00. Our rides would last two to three hours. Simon led our party and Daisy or Rosie would take the rear. Simon carried a bullwhip which he could make sound like a gun shot. The first morning, as the trail led us through tall brush on both sides, Simon called back that if anything rushed us, we should turn our horse and go back the way we came with “some dispatch”. Now to me, that raised a lot of questions, but everyone just nodded and kept riding so I did too. Felicity and her brother had ridden across the Maasai Mara on previous safaris, but we were in Laikipia, which is the hill country in north west Kenya. We would cross great plains and then climb into the hills which gave us some breathtaking views. Simon and our Maasai guide, Netti, were astounding in their ability to spot game, and they had encyclopedic knowledge of everything we saw. Simon would suddenly shout “Fish Eagle!”. And I would stare at a black lump in an Acacia tree wondering if I was looking in the right place, and then this monstrous bird, which looks a lot like our Bald Eagles, would open his massive wings and glide effortlessly over us. Or Simon would reign his horse and whisper, “elephants”. And I would scour the bush not seeing any elephants. Until one moved. And then I’d see seven elephants. And they are big. I mean really big. Even the little ones are big. I feel stupid saying elephants are big – we’ve all been to the zoo, but when you’re in the cage with them, they get a lot bigger. They are such improbable animals with their kind wise faces and their adorable giant babies, that you have to remind yourself they kill a lot of people every year. Cape buffalo kill even more people and we saw a lot of them too. But because there were twelve of us on horseback, and Simon had his bullwhip, I didn’t ever feel we were in real danger. Then we saw the lions.
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Caption : Happy Negroni Week! @woodycreekdistillers
Likes : 39387William H. Macy - 39.1K Likes - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!

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Caption : Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
Likes : 39094William H. Macy - 39.1K Likes - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!

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Caption : Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
Likes : 39094William H. Macy - 39.1K Likes - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!

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Caption : Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
Likes : 39094William H. Macy - 39.1K Likes - Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!

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Caption : Pictures 1 & 2: Christian and I at the “mansion.” It’s always a blast acting with Christian! Pictures 3 & 4: Frank rushing back to the Gallagher house. Frank loves that house. Come to think of it, so do I. Shameless Season 10 finale this Sunday!
Likes : 39094William H. Macy - 39K Likes - Join us for a special spirits tasting with me and Master Distiller David Matthews of Woody Creek Distillers! Featuring Bourbon Whiskey and Rye Whiskey from @woodycreekdistillers ! Thursday, 6/9 at 4pm PST / 7pm EST. Sign up and buy the spirits at wine.com/experiences

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Caption : Join us for a special spirits tasting with me and Master Distiller David Matthews of Woody Creek Distillers! Featuring Bourbon Whiskey and Rye Whiskey from @woodycreekdistillers ! Thursday, 6/9 at 4pm PST / 7pm EST. Sign up and buy the spirits at wine.com/experiences
Likes : 38965William H. Macy - 35.8K Likes - Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless
Likes : 35793William H. Macy - 35.8K Likes - Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless
Likes : 35793William H. Macy - 35.8K Likes - Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: Luis and I look after each other’s personal hygiene. Picture 2: Here we are discussing the deeper aspects of the scene. Picture 3: Truthfully, I don’t remember shooting this scene. #Shameless
Likes : 35793William H. Macy - 35.5K Likes - The former President seems to air dick a lot at his rallies. He air dicks his supporters as he walks out. Seriously, someone should tell him. RICKY STANICKY @primevideo

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Caption : The former President seems to air dick a lot at his rallies. He air dicks his supporters as he walks out. Seriously, someone should tell him. RICKY STANICKY @primevideo
Likes : 35482William H. Macy - 35K Likes - Do you folks know about Homeless Not Toothless? The fellow on the left is Dr. Jay Grossman, my Dentist. He treats Homeless folks for free. It changes their lives. Ms. Stone has been supporting the organization for years. Giving Tuesday is coming up so please consider helping. Happy Holidays everyone.

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Caption : Do you folks know about Homeless Not Toothless? The fellow on the left is Dr. Jay Grossman, my Dentist. He treats Homeless folks for free. It changes their lives. Ms. Stone has been supporting the organization for years. Giving Tuesday is coming up so please consider helping. Happy Holidays everyone.
Likes : 35048William H. Macy - 34.6K Likes - Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
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Caption : Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
Likes : 34625William H. Macy - 34.6K Likes - Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
Likes : 34625William H. Macy - 34.6K Likes - Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless

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Caption : Picture 1: This is more the face of a director than an actor. Pictures 2 & 3: It sure was fun directing Andy Buckley! Picture 4: My assistant, Mark Manjardi, making sure I put the end of the show at the end and the beginning of the show at the beginning. #Shameless
Likes : 34625William H. Macy - 34.5K Likes - There he is again! Air dicking! Do you think he knows? RICKY STANICKY @primevideo

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Caption : There he is again! Air dicking! Do you think he knows? RICKY STANICKY @primevideo
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Likes : 34422William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
Likes : 34235William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
Likes : 34235William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
Likes : 34235William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
Likes : 34235William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
Likes : 34235William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
Likes : 34235William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
Likes : 34235William H. Macy - 34.2K Likes - We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is... well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still.... Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d'oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.

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Caption : We were at Sosian Lodge, a beautiful resort in the bush, at the end of our eleven day ride, and we were talking about how well our groups had gotten along. Some said the “Snippy Hat” was an influence but others weren’t sure. The Snippy Hat tradition started at the Atlantic Theater Company in New York back in the old days. At their endless company meetings someone would inevitably get pissed off and he or she would have to wear the “Snippy Hat” until they calmed down. In those days it was a kitchen colander. The current Snippy Hat is… well, I’ll post the pictures. But Snippy Hat or not, we got along like a house afire. The trip was a combination of delights laced with tension. As previously noted, I’m new to horse back riding, so that was obviously on my mind and I know Ripley and Ellen felt the same. We took riding lessons, but still…. Interestingly, Moore and Kim were more worried about the campfires after dinner. My family notoriously loves games and we’re known to break into song at times. And Felicity is the ringleader and insists everyone plays and that’s what kept them up at night. We played a hilarious game called “In the Manner Of” which Daisy taught us, and it turned out that Ripley spent several weeks preparing “Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters” and she accompanied herself on the uke as she sang it to our family. (Not a dry eye in the house) One evening, after a pretty long ride to our new camp, our guide Simon wanted us to take a bit of a hike. We drove out to a trail head and hiked the rest of the way to a large rocky hill. At a point we said “Okay, we’ve done this, let’s go back to camp”, but Simon urged us on saying the view would be worth it. What we didn’t know was that there was a drivable road on the other side of the hill and the staff had driven up earlier and set up a bar with hors d’oeuvres. That’s my kind of roughing it. We built a fire and stayed there until well after dark playing games and singing.
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Caption : I’ll be at Gold Eagle in Chicago on November 2 from 5-7pm doing a bottle signing! If you haven’t tasted Woody Creek Distillers 100% Rye whiskey…you haven’t lived.
Likes : 33624William H. Macy - 32.6K Likes - This is where we got married. All those years ago.

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Caption : This is where we got married. All those years ago.
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Likes : 30036William H. Macy - 28.8K Likes - On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions - two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.

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Caption : On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions – two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.
Likes : 28805William H. Macy - 28.8K Likes - On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions - two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.

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Caption : On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions – two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.
Likes : 28805William H. Macy - 28.8K Likes - On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions - two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.

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Caption : On the eighth day of the trip we did a “night ride” to see some lions which our Maasai guide, Neti, had located. Neti was almost magical in his ability to find where the animals, especially the big cats, could be found. He was an expert tracker and got many of his clues from watching the grazing animals. So at dusk, we hopped onto the roofs or our two cool-ass Land Rovers and drove out to see four lions – two young and two mature. Neti had seen them earlier in the day and noticed that the older female was intently watching three Cape Buffalo grazing nearby. When we arrived, the cats were still dozing, rolling on their backs, taking playful swipes at each other and basically acting like house cats. They made you feel that they just wanted to play, and if you approached them slowly and quietly, they’d love to be scratched behind the ears. (Of course they’d eat you). Finally, the older female got up and left and the others followed, still doing cute stuff. By now it was pretty dark and suddenly the walkie talkie barked and Neti, in the other Land Rover, said they were attacking the old buffalo. By the time we got there, all four were hanging off her hind quarters. She was still on her feet, refusing to give up, braying and thrashing about, and once or twice she threw off two of the lions and tried to run, but they were on her again in a flash. We were not more than thirty feet from them when they finally pulled her down. She was still braying pitifully as they began to tear her apart. Two in our company couldn’t watched, and they wept. Some of us couldn’t look away. For the rest of the night we talked about what we had seen. Flicka described it as being a privilege to have been present. Moore noted that although it was violent, there was no rage or anger. It was life is what it was. Life writ large and up close. The next morning we rode out to see what was left of the Buffalo. The lions had eaten a great deal of her and the Hyenas and the Jackals were waiting their turn.
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