Just weeks after I adopted my 3 y/o mustang, I returned to the land he once called home. Life will never look like this for him again and I have big shoes to fill to try and take the place of his once wild family. Emotional trip, they all are, however returning here for the 3rd time now embarking upon being a young wild horses steward the journey was hightened with so much emotion, and subsequently the images I came home with were jaw droppingly beautiful. The horses offered themselves upon every opportunity. There are still images to release from this magical trip.
Adobe Town was certainly a "trip"...from the horse being the sketchiest I have ever seen...EVER...I really got the sense they were being shot at. I don't mean shot and killed, just shot at to run them off...just the site of the truck coming was enough to send them literally galloping miles away. In all the HMAs I have visited, I had not seen that since Saylor Creek, Idaho, where I found an enormous amount of empty guns shells, beer cans and horse SHOE prints while in the area. As we pulled in a truck carrying just a few cattle was ahead of us, the horse saw one glimpse of that and where vaporized into oblivion. Such an experience to say the least.
"unbridled" Onaqui Herd, Utah, now part of the Redford collection.
A great great honor to shoot and be given a private tour with the head trainer at the school and then on to Piber Stud Farm in the country for again, a private tour of the Studs, Mares & babies and into the vault to see the acient stud book. Just to see the handwritten names of the first horses every bred by this widely acclaimed farm was breathtaking.
I just LOVE this shot!