“To be content, horse people need only a horse, or, lacking that, someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes I’d tell my grandfather about all the horses in my elaborate dreams. He’d lean over, smile, and assure me that, one day, I’d have one for real. And if my grandfather, my Opa, told me something was going to come true, it always did.” Allan J. Hamilton
“He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them.” Ever since I was little I was drawn to horses. How can you explain that feeling to others who don’t have it? It is magical, mysterious, exhilarating, and somehow you feel like there’s a little piece of you missing without that connection. This is a photo I took of a small herd of Icelandic horses last summer at the end of the day.
images and imaginings 