Horsin' Around

 

This subtle moment I captured on August 7, 2015, at the riding stables in the Badlands. This was my second trip of remembrance when going out to Medora. My family and I went on a trail ride, and I took these after the ride ended. It is so beautiful with just one horse in it and the sagebrush all around with the badlands right behind. There were two horses in separate pens from the riding horses and this was one of them. I don't know its gender or its story, but I treated the horse as if it was a beautiful piece of art. This horse was because horses are the heart of the West. In the badlands, there are wild horses in the North and South unit of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. They can withstand about anything they directed to do. Horses, wild or domestic, are engrained in the building of the West as well as this country. They have changed history from the Native Americans to rounding up cattle, meaning we will never be able to repay them for what they have accomplished. The equine species has paved the road for us, making it easier on us to do work. All their dedication will never go unnoticed and could never fully be repaid. Horses and rodeo will always be a part of who I am.