Then She Was Gone

A handful of blizzard snow and black as a high-noon shadow. Horses evoke such poetry, even a common horse has the potential to shine in moments of spirited eruptions; they just have that gift within them. To witness a triumphant horse is a guaranteed mood elevator. This mare was like that on this day–a gift–she gave repeated fleeting glimpses, and then she was gone.

wild horse photography of a pretty galloping mare
At ease and high-spirited, this pretty mare gallops around the other mares in a wide circle.

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