Wild white horses of the Camargue region in southern France on the move along a dusty trail on a summer afternoon.
We had travelled to the region for the day and all along I was hoping to get the chance to photograph a few of the wild horses for which it is famous. As the day drew on and I still hadn't seen any I began to lose hope... but on the return journey I spied a few freely running horses approaching across a field and yelled to stop the car, and hopped out while it was still moving, almost shaking with excitement.
I ran across the road with debatable concern for my safety and started firing off as many shots as I could before, in the blink of an eye, they disappeared as quickly as they had arrived...
I can't help but see the herd structure coming out in this picture . . . a family bonded by the hardships and blessings of having never been touched by human hands, by having complete freedom of choice. It's something so delicate, something so grand. It must have been a wonderful thing to see this firsthand.
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