“Oh, grassy glades! on, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul; in ye, – though long parched by the dead drought of the earthly life, – in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover, and for some few fleeting moments, feel the cool dew of the life immortal on them. Would to God these blessed calms would last. But the mingles, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady unretracing progress in this life … ”
So often I miss moments that show something significant, whether it be personally to me or of remarkable equine behavior. This was one of those moments where I was in the wrong place at the wrong time to capture an amazing visual of a band of horses rushing by through springtime brush. This was the one shot I managed to take.