The young father holds his infant son’s tiny feet in his palms and wonders about the enormity of the task ahead of him. For now, it is enough to hold and protect his son and wife.
I had not realized that it has been more than a year since I have paid attention to my blog until I logged in just now and saw the pictures I’d last posted. I could get philosophical about the passage of time, but of course I could not say anything that has not been said far more eloquently by far too many writers.
I want to return.
In my absence, I see that WordPress has completely revised and revamped the format and platform. I wonder how long it will take be to get comfortable.
We will see …..
It’s easy to forget that the Salt River Wild Horses are just that … wild. I got this closeup using a 100mm lens, which means that I was very close to the horse, who had approached me. Within a few minutes, the horse got bored and moved on.
Most of them have deep gashes and cuts, evidence of their power and strength. They fight. They bite. They jostle for dominance. They are pure beauty.
If you are interested in more about the debate surrounding the Salt River Wild Horses:
And most recently, this disturbing news: