In The Eyes Of A Horse
As I stood here in this moment at the base of these mountains in the Paradise Valley of Montana, I was feeling very overwhelmed with life and some of the more negative feelings that come with the road rambling. I felt homeless traveling like this for this long, and more homeless when I got home. I was facing the feeling of being alone on an entirely new level, not feeling like I belonged in a particular place- all topped by the intimidation cherry regarding the goals I had set for myself.
I stood there as my life and a herd of a hundred horses were running past me. One horse out of a hundred stopped, stepped my direction, and really looked at me. When I look at this photo, it makes me emotional because sometimes on this path all I ever really needed was for one person to stop and see me. The real me and what I was going through. But when I look at him, I will also always remember the month of October.
How I lived a hundred lifetimes in thirty one days. How I discovered that I belong everywhere, in as many places as I can see in a lifespan. I will never be a normal horse photographer or person. I will always feel lonely in a crowd of people and at home in a mountainous valley in the eyes of a horse.
As I stood here in this moment at the base of these mountains in the Paradise Valley of Montana, I was feeling very overwhelmed with life and some of the more negative feelings that come with the road rambling. I felt homeless traveling like this for this long, and more homeless when I got home. I was facing the feeling of being alone on an entirely new level, not feeling like I belonged in a particular place- all topped by the intimidation cherry regarding the goals I had set for myself.
I stood there as my life and a herd of a hundred horses were running past me. One horse out of a hundred stopped, stepped my direction, and really looked at me. When I look at this photo, it makes me emotional because sometimes on this path all I ever really needed was for one person to stop and see me. The real me and what I was going through. But when I look at him, I will also always remember the month of October.
How I lived a hundred lifetimes in thirty one days. How I discovered that I belong everywhere, in as many places as I can see in a lifespan. I will never be a normal horse photographer or person. I will always feel lonely in a crowd of people and at home in a mountainous valley in the eyes of a horse.
As I stood here in this moment at the base of these mountains in the Paradise Valley of Montana, I was feeling very overwhelmed with life and some of the more negative feelings that come with the road rambling. I felt homeless traveling like this for this long, and more homeless when I got home. I was facing the feeling of being alone on an entirely new level, not feeling like I belonged in a particular place- all topped by the intimidation cherry regarding the goals I had set for myself.
I stood there as my life and a herd of a hundred horses were running past me. One horse out of a hundred stopped, stepped my direction, and really looked at me. When I look at this photo, it makes me emotional because sometimes on this path all I ever really needed was for one person to stop and see me. The real me and what I was going through. But when I look at him, I will also always remember the month of October.
How I lived a hundred lifetimes in thirty one days. How I discovered that I belong everywhere, in as many places as I can see in a lifespan. I will never be a normal horse photographer or person. I will always feel lonely in a crowd of people and at home in a mountainous valley in the eyes of a horse.