I held my breath when I took these photos. Yes, I had a slightly longer lens but it was not that long and I knew the horses were watching me. I was caught up in their eyes . . . the eyes behind the wild and unkept manes.
The horse above this one is not the same but they could easily pass for sisters or brothersâ€”slight white blaze and eyes that pierced me through and through. As I snapped this photo, he did not flinch and neither did I. He was wild and free and I was anything but that. I am held captive by the pace of this world,Â but he is not. The wind, the sand dunes, and Cumberland’s tall grasses are his to roam.
Powerful and strong. I saw the veins in their faces and longed to touch them but knew better. They watched me and had little to no concern over my presence. I realized that instinctively they knew their strength and ability to leave as quickly as they had come.