Wild Mustangs Running With the Wind
Chest-deep in seawater, I knelt behind my tripod and camera, mesmerized as three mustangs in the herd of wild horses (Equus ferus caballus) I had been watching on the Shackleford Banks of North Carolina began to gallop. I glanced up from my viewfinder as the randy stallion and two mares headed directly toward me in shallow water off the beach – hides glistening, hooves churning up whitewater and froth, heads tossing, nostrils flared, manes flying in the wind. Just as I was wondering if I should move lest I be run over, the three wild mustangs turned and flew past, a knot of energy and power surging through the water, eyes wide, hooves kicking up, tails streaming behind like flags. The stallion remained intent on a dalliance. The mares were having none of it. For now.