Wiiiiillllld Horseeeees…

Dear Optimists,

I promised you more horsie stories, so here we go. Think of an animal you see in your front yard everyday. For me it’s squirrels. I see them frolicking, running around, gathering food, chasing each other and doing other silly squirrel things.

Now imagine instead that they’re horses. That’s right, I said horses.

I was in Outer Banks, North Carolina, as some of you may know from my previous post, for my sister’s wedding. And everywhere we went there were wild horses just running around, chilling, and eating leaves from trees. It was so cool! The best was when the girlfriend and I went for a walk with the camera in an attempt to photograph some. We found a group of four, and do you know what they did? They posed for us. No lie. They ignored us until I whipped out the camera, at which point they would stop and look at the camera, practically smiling! If I moved to shoot from a different angle, they turned to face me again! As I was about to shoot they would nuzzle each other, or stop moving (like a human would) and sometimes they even lifted a foot to pose!

So much fun.

The only downside? With horses everywhere, there was also poop everywhere.

And lots of it.

A small price to pay for having wild horses, I guess.

Love,

Den

Author: den

More often than not, people wonder what I'm up to. I'm a people watcher, and love to tell a stranger's story, as I see it. If you see me reading or writing in a coffee shop, there's a good chance I'm making up a story about you at that moment. I'm a visual person who loves finding inspiration in my surroundings, and believe that sometimes the smallest detail can tell the majority of the story, if you have the sense to recognize it.

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