A beautiful group of bachelors on a chilly November afternoon. The winds awoke them from their slightly slumbering time and away then ran nipping and playing with each other into the distance.
Heading down an off shoot, a rocky messed up road on a gut feeling...20 minutes in thinking it was a bad idea. Literally at the very end, up on a plateau...quietly grazing was this amazing and beautiful herd. The chilly yet soft November winds were blowing grasses of yellow and gold as thesummers green had long passed. Furry coats and chunky bellies preparing for the winters return...Mother Nature blended their beauty so softly with the seasons landscape...This image put me at ease, I can close my eyes and be back on that ridge in my minds eye...remembering the honor I felt when this stallion decided to lay down in the late morning sun, his family all around and in my very near presence...
A thousand horse and none to ride!
With flowing tail, and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,
A thousand horse, the wild, the free,
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on,...
Lord Byron, XVII, Mazeppa, 1818
This mare was agile, athletic and head strong. I LOVED HER! The prior day, she was happily grazing with her family. Upon the mornings arrival to the watering hole you could see two horses moving at wrap speed in the distance as they got closer it was apparent it was a mare and a stallion. This is the hardest and longest I have ever seen a stud run a young filly, it went of for hours. She was trying to leave him and return to her band. He was having non of that. Her only relief is when he would break for a fight with other stallions at the water. She would dive into the middle of the watering hole and stand, panting and resting her tired body. She was fast as lighting and moved like a dream.
A horse is worth more than riches. Spanish Proverb
A beautiful young foal resting in the late morning warmth.
Handsome and strong, stallions take our breath away. The shear power they throw into he air by just a look is hair raising.
“All zoos, even the most enlightened, are built upon the idea both beguiling and repellent—the notion that we can seek out the wildness of the world and behold its beauty, but that we must first contain that wildness. Zoos argue that they are fighting for the conservation of the Earth, that they educate the public and provide refuge and support for vanishing species. And they are right. Animal-rights groups argue that zoos traffic in living creatures, exploiting them for financial gain and amusement. And they are right. Caught inside this contradiction are the animals themselves, and the humans charged with their well-being.”
Thomas French, Zoo Story: Life in the Garden of Captives
The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire. Sharon Ralls Lemon
On the North West side of the range, there is a dense thicket of trees and tall sage. Storm clouds were brewing, it was quite brisk out and these two stallions were resting, in the very right spot. As I patiently waited, for a small crack in the clouds that literally shined upon them like a spotlight. I remember thinking would my chilled fingers work, if the sun shined through were I wanted. Preciously, it did.
A very warm afternoon, following this stallion along his journey.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Camping in the Sand Wash on a very warm June weekend is an adventure I will never forget. Walking outside the camper, with a glass of wine in hand, and this is the vision I am gifted. Mother Nature, wildness and these creatures will never cease to amaze and inspire my soul.
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