Storm’s band is just below the rise where he’s standing, and he’s looking back at a nearby band being followed by a bachelor.
Really, it’s impossible to describe such feelings of beauty- and peace-in-the-moment. It was a magical evening of wild horses and wild places and wild beauty and such blazing, stunning contentment. And it’s available to everyone because these are OUR wild horses and OUR wild beautiful places; OUR public lands.
He is such a part of the landscape. Love your comments as much as your photography.
The photos are so beautiful! I can’t wait to visit someday.
Now I see how Karen gets her inspiration for her paintings.
Best wishes for all that you do.
Yes – these are OUR wild horses and OUR public lands. The people in DC and the livestock corporations need to be reminded of this!
Wonderful pictures!
Yes! Someone asked me today if anyone could go to Sprint Creek Basin. I gave her the story and she was amazed that the horses are wild, we don’t bring food to them but we do cooperate with the BLM for the safety of the horses!