Saturday June 5 2010
Sometimes the herd comes walking back down the canyon, single file, with big ol' Krusty in the lead. (He was low man on the totem pole when he returned here after a few years away; now he's methodically working his way up.)
Sometimes they come blasting down, their hooves shaking the earth and the air with thunder.
I just love to see them run.
I do too. They look so majestic and like they are so free and wild.
ReplyDeleteIt brings joy, and a smile on my face to watch my girls.
ReplyDeleteThe Indians called them
Thunder Dogs.
I love them too - what beauties!
ReplyDeleteThe wind, made visible. God's own!
ReplyDeleteGreat shots.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing quite so stunning as an unhaltered, untethered, free horse running just for the joy of it. Thanks for sharing these wonderful photos.
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures Merri
ReplyDeleteNever gets old seeing them run!
ReplyDeleteI truly believe there is nothing more beautiful than a horse running...and to see an entire herd running is breathtaking!
ReplyDeleteHow lucky you are to have that to enjoy.
I used to be afraid to be on a running horse. Afraid of all the powere being unleashed, and not sure if I could contain it if I needed to. Now after last weekend's trail rides where I invited Apache to canter and run, I can't imagine anything more fun and exciting than to be on my horse's back while she is running. Makes me feel like I could fly!
Your photos are gorgeous!
~Lisa