Snapshots: The Visual Poetry of Horses Running with the Sunrise

Pardon my cliche-ish thinking but Susan Boyle's version of "Wild Horses" kept playing in my head as I watch this spectacle -- when hoof met grass, kicking off dust as sunlight filtered down a distant mountain.  You don't have to be a poet to know you're playing audience to something special, a brute and primal yet graceful display.

Was somewhere south for an out-of-town shoot with a video crew and even as I kept entertaining the sandman in the wee hours of a Saturday morning and thinking I need more rest after a 4-day bout with fever, I did indeed woke up before the sun rose, before the horses trotted out to limber up for the morning.  Bittersweet to realize I haven't touched my camera for months and my skills maybe rusty.  But seeing a fleeting, hauntingly beautiful moment like this, I think muscle memory and instinct just kicked in.   Witnessing this visual poetry made me glad I didn't leave my 2-pound Nikon 80-200/f2.8 lens at home.  Another working weekend but what the hey, who says you can't find a bit of solace out there with the horses, the mountains and the sun?