Great Divide Basin, Wyoming

There is something magical about the Wyoming desert. Many brilliant, poetic writers have harnessed the experience for us. While physically removed, their words allow us moments of feeling immersed in what this arid part of the universe looks and smells like. I struggle with capturing most things in words, but my sincere desire to express in imagery what I witness, feel and experience while out amongst the wild herds of the deserts I'm certain will never fade. May it forever keep me fueled and inspired each time I return.

They literally radiate. Their raw, wild, authentic energy is born from the salt of inhospitable earth. The rocky grounds of our western landscapes is home to these icons. In the places most don't care to visit little alone live, they thrive. Through every harsh season, they survive. Their sure footedness moves across rugged terrain with effortless power and precision. Stealth like. Appearing and disappearing faster than you or I can take a breath. They are remarkable, they are a living, breathing embodiment of what we wish to be. Graceful, wild and free. They are uniquely ours. Amazing American wild horses. Living on vast, swaths of our public lands, incomprehensible sizes for most to imagine.