In the stillness of the meadow we found beauty.
Grass Dancer
"the one that got away"
Grass Dancer- such a beautiful mare
Black Coffee is this little girl's name- ironically this is "Black Coffee" in the morning
They are off again to their next spot to graze. I can't describe in words how amazing it is to hear a herd of horses running together... to see them in their most natural element...wild and untouched. They know humans only enough to be curious about them... but move too quick and their gone again...amazing. As I type I can almost hear the low rumble of their hoofs as they run through the meadow.
